Similarly, as Finn rushed in, everything before his eyes blurred. Casio, who was quite far from him initially, had suddenly catapulted himself right in front of Finn in an instant.
A cold, soul-snatching gaze bore into his eyes, the overwhelming killing intent rolling in like a tide, threatening to crush him.
Finn's ferocity faltered for a moment. He was just about to swing his fist in haste when suddenly, a horrific sound of bones crunching resonated right next to his ear. The following second, an indescribable agony surged from the joint of his left hand.
"Ah!!!"
Broken! The joint had been smashed! A section of his forearm hung limp in mid-air, the skin stretched taut at the point of connection. The jagged, white bones splintered out, streaked with scarlet blood.
Finn's eyes bulged in pain, his face contorting.
He had no idea when Casio had struck!
"Ah!" Finn roared, hastily throwing a punch with his right hand.
At this moment, a shadow in mid-air lashed out like a whip.
