The seven swords moved like mighty calamities towards seven different directions. With the presence of his sword whirlpool sword strike from before, the whole world was covered with his swords.
'Do you believe you cornered me? You are dreaming!'
Ibro saw with his own eyes that fiend throwing his bomb away from the reach of his swords.
These seven attacks in this short span of time had nearly depleted all his energies if they continued for even one minute. It was a bet, and Ibro won it.
'You fell for it, idiot. Checkmate idiot.'
The fiend didn't have any other place to move his bomb except back at the ground. Ibro's first strike was still active.
He moved the strike like lightning towards the location where his bomb just entered. One miscalculation from the fiend had caused it this battle, and its life.
