'Ooooh, sh*t!! He's cold as f*ck!!' Paxton sheeshed inwardly.
If only he could show this fight to his friends…
Unfortunately, he couldn't. There would be hell to pay.
He could only continue appreciating the duel alone.
Soon, the fight resumed with Ra Mehn snapping and rushing forward, finding it difficult to handle his opponent's words and his anger issues.
Daru only snorted in disappointment.
Aetherborns were indeed strong, but their mentality was this fragile…
"You look pathetic," he taunted, charging right back.
He could still use a [Crescent Dicer] to destroy the two floating swords, but where's the fun in that?
Zigzagging, the two arrived in front of each other, clashing.
Their swords sang in a metallic echo.
Powering through, Daru pushed the Aetherborn off, sending him staggering back.
Then came the two floating swords, stabbing at him with one lagging slightly behind the other.
He was able to dodge the first one with a neat head tilt.
