Amid the yelling, the wind of the blades whistled, relentlessly pursuing in an intense chase.
"I was just starting to enjoy this! At least finish this fight before you leave, I swear I'm Gentle, don't leave..."
"He's really just a madman!"
They were helpless within their hearts.
Such rotten luck - they didn't find Gentle, but instead stumbled upon a battle hungry lunatic who went as far as to masquerade as Gentle?!
At this point, you should be breathing a sigh of relief when you, as a lone warrior, miraculously hold your own against two people of an Earth Level, and they, reluctant to tangle with you further, back off.
Instead, you actually doggedly pursue them, loudly challenging to fight. This is absolutely preposterous!
Aren't you afraid of death at all?
In this encounter filled with the pursuit and escape, the two are chased a good two hundred miles before the chase gets called off.
