"Buzz buzz buzz!!"
He lightly touched the ground, tightened his grip on the Fluid Sword, and lunged forward fiercely. The sword blade, propelled by the accelerating Fluid Sword, extended continuously towards Sorobato.
But despairingly, in the fierce wind that cut like a blade, the force of the Fluid Sword stretched out by Hooked kiss was like a leaf falling onto the water, creating only ripples without any other effect.
"I said, insect, when I find your true form, it will be your burial ground..."
On the black mud, countless faces of Sorobato with different expressions kept rotating until an excited face turned to the front. That face looked straight at Hooked kiss, while countless winds cut his limbs as if chopping vegetables.
"Plop!"
"Come, Whale-man Species, become my next masterpiece!"
