Tch!
At that instant, as a piercing gale swept past from one side, Cú Chulainn fiercely used the recoil from planting his spear into the ground to vault upward, evading the sudden explosive side kick. Beneath that slender, petite body, the unleashed wind actually shattered the ground!
The Lancer hung briefly in the air, staring at the fractured earth... Before he had time to think, the sound of rushing wind reached his ears once again.
This time, he reacted. In a flash of instinct, he wielded his spear shaft as naturally as an arm, easily blocking Rimuru's attacks from various angles. Looking at Rimuru's adorable face, he gave a soft laugh. "Hmph!"
Bang! Clang! As he bent and rebounded the spear shaft, redirecting Rimuru's attack, Rimuru's deflected strike left him wide open—but at that moment, Cú Chulainn explosively accelerated. In an instant, his spear shot forth like a dragon!
After directly shattering the blade in Rimuru's hand, he was about to press toward his face when Rimuru voluntarily leaped backward, opening up the distance.
This scene had fallen perfectly within his expectations.
"Idiot..." He revealed a cold smile, thinking... I've won.
Pursuit and sudden assaults had always been a Lancer's strongest methods of combat. The more one pursued, the greater the advantage of a long spear!
And once the opponent retreated, it meant... they had fallen into the pursuit of the King of Hell's Decree.
The instant his left foot touched down, magical energy erupted through his legs. With a boom, he became an afterimage, charging after Rimuru like a crimson dragon. However—
What awaited him was a cold glint from Rimuru!
"What?!"
In an emergency, Cú Chulainn instantly lowered his spear. With a clang, he blocked the incoming thrust—Rimuru held a black spear shimmering with an eerie dark light