His body exerted strength, and the Steel Sword in his hand chopped down. Roger's pupils shrank into vertical slits like those of a wild beast, rendering the Prophet's witchcraft ineffective against him.
"I refuse to believe that the defense of your garment has no limits!"
Henrik's perception was affected; although he fired many bullets, few could actually land on the Prophet.
But Roger was entirely different at this moment. With each rotation, his strength grew stronger, and the Steel Sword in his hands struck the same spot on the Prophet's body repeatedly.
The rebounding force numbed his arms and caused blood to seep from his palms, but under the special power-striking techniques of Night Cat Swordsmanship, part of the rebounding force could be integrated into his next attack.
The Prophet, clearly not skilled in close combat, opened his mouth and uttered a hissing sound akin to that of a venomous snake.
