Seventh disappeared from view—then suddenly appeared a meter in front of Javier, swinging his twin blades in an X-shaped slash filled with dark, fiery magic.
But Javier didn't move. He casually blocked both blows with his blades, sparks flying everywhere.
"Regret?" Javier muttered, narrowing his eyes. "No thanks. I just regret wasting my time."
He spun around, swept his leg under Seventh's feet, and then struck upward with his knee into Seventh's chest midair.
Seventh was pushed back like a cannonball, crashing into a tree trunk with a sickening crunch.
First, Second, and Third immediately moved in, surrounding Javier from three sides with their weapons glowing and spells forming.
Javier's smile grew wider.
He casually blocked every attack coming from all directions. His swords moved smoothly—one deflected a cursed spear, the other blocked a huge axe swing.
Spells blasted from above and behind, but Javier didn't even flinch.
