"Damn it..." Beads of sweat the size of peas rolled down Lancer's forehead. His eyes widened in absolute terror as he muttered involuntarily to himself.
At that moment, a chill shot straight up his spine, and his heart felt as though it would leap right out of his throat.
His opponent's ability was entirely too bizarre! In that last fierce flurry of attacks, Lancer had pulled out all the stops, every single blow nothing short of fatal.
Chapter 41