By Richard's side, the Elite Siren stood on the deck, her lower limbs gushing with fresh blood. The wound didn't appear large; it was merely repeatedly slashed at the same spot by a blade, causing a significant external injury.
Yet upon closer inspection, one could see that a small section of bone deep in the flesh had been cleanly sliced off, its surface exceptionally smooth. This was the work of Richard's "Absolute Cutting of Spatial Scissors" using the Space Iron Ring.
The power of "Absolute Cutting of Spatial Scissors" hardly needed further explanation. No matter how strong the Elite Siren's defense was, if an opportunity arose, it could still result in the loss of some parts. However, such a tactic was not to be used too often under the current circumstances.
"Hissss!"
The Elite Siren wailed, giving Richard a look of immense hatred and steadying herself for another attack—this time, it was do or die.
Richard felt the pressure mounting.
