"Boom!" The residual force of the Nine Nether Slash struck the silver-armored youth, burying him into the ground. "Bang!"
A cloud of sand and dust rose into the air, and within it, a figure clad in silver armor slowly rose from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked up into the night sky with determination. He gazed at the dark silhouette above and shouted, "Scoundrel! You kill the innocent and have slain my Silver Wolf, gravely wounding me. I shall remember this day's vengeance and someday return it to you a hundredfold, a thousandfold!"
The face of the silver-armored youth then changed dramatically as he saw that the Silver Wolf, bisected, was having its blood ferociously drawn towards the dark figure in the sky. And the Silver Wolf, which had died trying to save him, now lay in two withered halves beside him.
