Chapter 140 - Trump cards

The figure that had just appeared had a slight smug smile hanging on his lips for a second but in the next second his face rapidly changed, he let go of his dagger and he with his teammates quickly distanced themselves from Nicholas, He wasn't sure what was wrong but he knew something had gone awry, although his attack took effect there was no sound of blood hitting the floor and his intuition was warning him that staying there any longer would lead to danger, sure enough, he was right, looking at Nicholas in front of him bathing in lightning, the metal from his dagger stripped into tiny pieces of metal the blood drawn from the blades separated and spinning around in conjunction with the metal forming a sort of weird circular pattern that seemed to continuously collide and clash with the surroundings.