Azul shook his head, still recovering from the impact. He slowly stood up as dust and debris fell from his robe.
'Looks like this one is no pushover. If I want to leave this place alive, I have no other choice but to use it… even if it's still incomplete.'
Azul fell into deep thought. He was not afraid, but he feared that all the plans he had laid out, and the massive resources already invested would go to waste. He summoned his copies once more.
"Hah. Do you really think that will work on me again? Do you really think I'm stupid?" Reymond said, his arms folded in a majestic stance as red aura continued to leak from his body.
Azul did not respond. Behind his mask, however, a wide smile formed.
Fool.
He leapt forward and attacked Reymond. Reymond lazily raised his spear, believing he had already won this battle.
Azul's attacks were deflected one after another as Reymond countered by striking each copy in rapid succession.
But Azul had already anticipated this.
