They tried to pincer him.
But by lowering his body, he dodged both their weapons by several centimeters.
"Bam!"
And then… he slapped his swords on their armor.
They were delivered such a powerful blow that they skidded backward by several meters.
Huge dents appeared on their armors. Hidden beneath it was their bruised skin. Their bones had shattered. If it weren't for their armors, that attack of Roy would've sliced them in half!
With his widened to the size of saucers, Agustin said in disbelief, "H-How?! This formation is passed down to us from Chaos itself. Using it, we've killed four Weapon Masters! But how can you come out of it unscratched and even break it?!"
Roy scoffed, "Because I can see through your flashy moves, and you're ridiculously slower and weaker than me."
"Bullshit! It must be a fluke. You just got lucky there!" Yuriel exclaimed. He didn't want to believe that a lad could thwart a technique created by Chaos.
No more words were necessary.
