Mrs. Oliver came rushing in with an astonishing momentum.
"Die!"
The fishball guy slashed repeatedly with his watermelon knife!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Every slash from the fishball guy released a crisp metallic clashing sound, as if striking iron.
"Damn, is it this tough?"
The fishball guy's grip was cracked from the impact. The scariest part was that despite his strong and muscular build, he was a big guy. Yet when facing the little giant-like Mrs. Oliver, he was forced back several meters with each clash.
In the blink of an eye, the fishball guy had retreated to the wall.
Mrs. Oliver appeared, looking down at the fishball guy from above.
"Ah!"
She was about to unleash her ghastly operatic voice again, but a firebird crashed into the back of her head, causing a short circuit.
The fishball guy crouched, intending to seize the opportunity to shift positions, but suddenly, the floor beneath him split open like the sharp-toothed maw of a monster, ready to consume.
