When Julius Reed leaped down from the building.
Monty Reed on the rooftop suddenly began to tremble.
Afterward, Nathanael Warm climbed out from the ninth floor.
The shattered corpses on the ground turned into the cloak he had thrown earlier.
But the blood was real.
It was Nathanael Warm's blood.
The cloak was already torn to pieces.
The eye on it had also been shattered.
"Cough..."
Nathanael Warm squatted weakly on the rooftop, covered in blood.
His right arm had been cleanly severed, revealing the white bone that oozed blood.
But at last, his life was saved.
If he hadn't learned the life-saving techniques of Boulevard Swordsmanship after becoming demonized,
he probably would have turned into a pool of blood long ago.
Dead beyond recognition!
"Could it be... I'll never be able to defeat him in this lifetime..."
Nathanael Warm sat slumped on the rooftop, his eyes filled with despair.
Even completely ignoring his bleeding right shoulder.
Drip-drip!
