Watching Jason struggling to rise from the ground, a twisted smile emerged on the man's distorted face.
"Foolish brother, your intent is far too obvious," he said.
"You're just like before, utterly clueless about concealing yourself."
"Now!"
"Let's see what your secret is!"
The man spoke in a tone of extreme contempt, as if he were looking down from a great height, then he reached out towards the cubic rock.
The opponent was very cautious, touching it not with his entire palm but with a single finger.
As the man's finger made contact with the surface of the cubic rock, he clearly felt discomfort, but—
"Ah!"
Jason cried out in agony and fell to the ground.
Since the battle began, no matter how many times he died, no matter how many times Jason was sliced apart, he hadn't cried out in pain.
But at the moment the man's finger touched the cubic rock, Jason instantaneously let out a scream of agony and involuntarily fell to the ground.
