No matter how powerful you are, you cannot possibly possess the strength of Holy Light, can you?
As long as Dean McKenzie cannot kill him, the power of Holy Light will make him rise again.
Victory will ultimately belong to him!
Kabba Hiller truly believes this. With an ever-growing smile on his face, until Dean McKenzie slowly stands before him, whipping out a sword shimmering with Holy Light.
The moment Dean McKenzie draws his Holy Light Sword, the smile on Kabba's face freezes instantly.
"Honestly, this is the first time I've encountered someone telling me how to kill them."
Since you're so keen about it, I'll see you off!"
Kabba was stunned inwardly, but he forcedly maintained his composure. "Where did you get that sword from? It must not have been easy for you to obtain a Holy Light Sword. But the thing is, you can't wield it. You can't fool me!"
"Is that so?"
With a chuckle, Dean McKenzie casually swings the Holy Light sword, which lands on Kabba.
"Squelch!"
