Although barely, Rai Kenzan was still conscious, but it was clear to everyone watching that he was thoroughly defeated.
Vasari slowly walked towards Rai Kenzan sprawled on the ground. If one had keen eyes, one would be able to notice eight circular dents on the scales of Vasari's chest, but other than that, there was no damage to his body.
"That was fun. I'm looking forward to the next game." Vasari said in his deep, melodic voice. There was no sarcasm or schadenfreude in his tone, and he was sincerely looking forward to the next game.
Rai Kenzan had a slight smile after hearing his words, he tried to speak, but no words escaped his lips.
Wanting to put an end to his pain, Vasari slashed his throat, causing his body to glow in bright light before transforming into tiny golden particles.
