"What on earth is this..."
Father Anderson had never expected these four mysterious people to be this powerful.
Even that blond boy whose arm he had nearly chopped off with a single strike earlier.
Was now displaying astonishing abilities as well.
And this seemingly comical "big guy" before him.
Not only could his lightning-wreathed fists instantly disintegrate Anderson's bayonet sword.
They could also shatter the ground, manipulate earth, and create all kinds of bizarre constructs.
That muscular body was also exceptionally hard.
When his blade struck it, it actually produced a metallic clang, leaving at most a faint white mark.
Although the other party had kindly explained that it was a form of Physical Arts called "Tekkai."
He still could not understand it.
Honestly, Father Anderson grew more shocked the longer they fought.
He had begun to suspect that if this were not Rome, not Italy.
Then he and the Section XIII under his command might very well be no match for these four!
Where had these extraordinary powerhouses come from?
What the hell had you been doing all this time?!
There was a Vampire King in London.
Instead of going after him, you came to the Vatican to play thieves?
[Bang!]
That brief distraction sent Father Anderson flying with a punch from Armstrong.
He rolled across the ground more than a dozen times before stopping several dozen meters away.
A huge bloody hole had opened in his chest!
But it did not matter. Father Anderson regenerated rapidly and recovered completely in the blink of an eye.
"Sure enough, you're not a normal human either. But if this is all you can do, keeping us here is impossible."
Though he said that, Armstrong did not stop moving.
He spoke the first half from where he stood, but the second half