As for those who were slightly away from him, they'd end up having severe damage inside their bodies. The same fate any mid stage dark gold master would experience as well.
That wasn't enough for William, wasn't enough to satisfy the boiling rage running inside his veins. The moment his enemies turned into living statues, he started to flash, switching gears, and started to accelerate again.
This time he didn't limit his dashes in the narrow empty area he got but moved beyond the blockade of the turtles.
*Boom!* *Boom!* *Boom!*
He didn't need to charge up his technique to take them down. He just dashed forward, used his technique one time after another, releasing torrents of attacks.
At the same time, his flying weapons started to flash around, cleaving more lives, adding more wounds to those who didn't suffer much from this sound attack.
With each hit, he released part of his anger with it. With hacking the bodies of his enemies, he felt he was avenging Smith properly.
