"Sword Wave."
"?!"
As soon as Michael unleashed a super-fast and scorching wave from his saber. The spearman instinctively took a sidestep in order to avoid that lethal technique, which was traveling at sonic speed.
The spearman successfully prevented the hot wave as it flew past him without any deviation. However, the wave successfully hit its target.
"Ugh!!"
Suddenly, the spearman heard a loud groan behind him. He got tensed about it and cautiously turned his back around. Behind him, there was a spot where drops of blood kept popping up out of nowhere.
A second later, he saw vague changes in the scenery, it was like the disappearing reception of a television at a bad location trying to find any signal. One after another, the image of a certain person gradually emerged.
"Vince!"
