The alloy blade bent slightly before quickly retracting.
Casio's finger throbbed with pain as the blade's tip plunged into the knuckle at its end, narrowly missing splitting it in half. His physique, despite being strong, was no match for the hardness of the alloy. As Garoro jabbed backwards and Casio made a strenuous push forward, he was essentially hurting himself.
Of course, this also showcased Garoro's sharp perception of danger and his precise prediction of strength and angle.
"This is cunning..."
Casio's palm trembled slightly. If he hadn't pulled back in time earlier, he would have severed his right hand with his own forward thrust. The feeling of being tricked by his opponent into fighting against the edge of his blade was terrible.
Fortunately, these were small injuries.
One Fist opened and closed repeatedly. The blood hole caused by the poke on his right index finger quickly healed, restoring its original condition in the blink of an eye.
