"Heh heh heh..."
A ghostly greatsword with a translucent, gray hue that lacked substance hovered in mid-air, seemingly phasing in and out of existence at different moments.
Its hilt bore the alluring face of a woman, emerging occasionally from various hidden spots on the frenzied battlefield to slash at Colin.
Each time it would leave a cut on his body, neither too big nor too small...
However, taking advantage of the moment when the Old No.6 Sword appeared again, Colin, who had been sliced several times, clenched his right fist and, timing his strike perfectly, swung a powerful punch at the head on the sword.
In an instant, a terrifying repulsion erupted, vibrating explosively.
The so-called Spectral Witch's sword screamed as it was smashed away, its beautiful visage caved in.
"Clever sword, trying to inflict non-lethal damage to avoid 'Deadly Insight' and slowly drain my health, huh? But after so many cuts, you still gave me an opening. Now who's laughing."
