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"Hiss, is this what you call not skilled in swordsmanship, Your Excellency the Clown?"
Outside the Arena, Miss Ghost Mask, overlooking the entire battle situation, clearly saw the entire process of that earth-shattering sword strike.
She had clearly witnessed how His Excellency the Clown, who had previously claimed his swordsmanship was mediocre, drew his sword, sliced through the torrent of light, strode forward, moved against the current, and ultimately, with a gentle swipe, slit the resurrected Holy Knight's throat.
It was an indescribable swordsmanship, a sword that should have been faster than the speed of light, and should have exceeded the limits of her vision, but incredibly, she witnessed the entire process of unsheathing the sword, as if everything was in slow motion.