Kelsay was furious.
Because he hadn't been in such a sorry state for a long time—half of his armor had been blasted to bits, revealing the bloody, flesh-torn body beneath. It wasn't that he hadn't suffered injuries of this caliber before, but in the past, those capable of wounding him were either the leaders of Esoteric Buddhism or madmen wielding Taboo items, all extremely dangerous entities.
But Ulu wasn't among them, although he too possessed a Taboo item. He hadn't even used it yet, managing to wound Kelsay solely with his own power.
Just with his own strength.
That was what Kelsay couldn't accept. While he was busy taunting Ulu, the bastard kept casting spells without pause, hiding the explosive fog within the dust, and before Kelsay could react, detonated it, severely injuring him. This contrast made Kelsay, the Knight Master, seem less competent in battle.
"You bastard…" Before Kelsay could finish, Ulu rushed in front of him, fist held high.
