"Alright, impressive!"
In mid-air, Lann twisted his body, just in time to see a massive black stinger about to pierce through him.
A sense of crisis, akin to having a blade pressed against one's eyeball, spread across his whole body.
The majority of people in this world would be so panicked under such a sense of crisis that they would forget to move.
But there are still that rare few for whom this sense of crisis becomes a source of extraordinary action!
The Aron Dite in his left hand was instantly gripped tight!
It then danced into a curtain of silver light in front of Lann!
"Clang clang clang!"
According to the threat level previously marked by Mentos, he resisted the incoming black stingers one after another, and Lann didn't even need to use his brain; focusing on his technique was sufficient.
A series of sparks flew from the clashes in mid-air.
And Lann, who should have fallen due to gravity, instead soared higher with each deflected stinger shot towards him.
