Clown Quinn called this attack "Thousand Faces."
As he described, hundreds and thousands of faces continuously appeared before Igor and Kadi, familiar and unfamiliar, amusing and sorrowful, all varieties.
"It doesn't matter if you two don't come at me together. Who said this battle is dictated by your terms? I can attack both of you simultaneously, hmph hmph hmph haha..." Clown Quinn continued to speak as he released energy, believing it was time to reap what he had sown.
Kadi, hearing Quinn's words, seemed anxious. He jumped in front of Igor: "Don't come here, this fight is between you and me, don't touch him!"
"Hehehe, it's not up to you." Clown Quinn extended his thick arms, crackling, his arms suddenly split open just like before, revealing countless smaller arms.
"This move again! It's useless!" Kadi's body trembled, flames enveloped him once more, this speed-induced fire was indeed unique.
