Boom!
In an instant, the Hammer of Suffering erupted again and smashed down.
Fiore flew backward like a ball, crashing into the building's load-bearing wall and embedding himself deep in the reinforced concrete. The next instant, a flash of silver light passed by, and the entire pillar split into four pieces, the cuts smooth as mirrors.
Beneath the crossing of two swords.
Fereol's eyes widened.
Uncertain and alarmed.
"Sorry, but I'm not like you orphan players."
Amid the dust, Huai Shi smiled. "My ultimate art is the kind that especially enjoys cooperating with others."
Power that transcended all common sense erupted from him once more.
In an instant, it tore through the air.
The pupils behind Fereol's iron mask rapidly contracted. Without hesitation, he launched another fierce assault. Yet this time, that terrifying speed achieved nothing before Huai Shi.
"You know I'm a Calamity Musician, right?"
Amid flying sparks, Huai Shi looked down through the blades at the faintly visible armor covering the old man and told him, "Right now, behind me stands a symphony orchestra made up of sixteen Calamity Musicians..."
Boom!
A sound as shrill and soaring as a trumpet rose from the ground.
As the deafening blast spread, Fereol desperately blocked the descending A Fang. Cracks burst open across his skin, accompanied by the piercing scrape of armor grinding against itself.
His expression could not be seen, but the eyes behind that iron mask gradually turned crimson.
Bloodshot.
He said nothing more.
Yet Huai Shi's smile grew ever brighter.
He was completely immersed in the joy of talking himself up.
Bluffing a little did not cost anything. Why not boast a bit more? What if the enemy actually believed him?
Even if he did not, this old man... was already doubtful, wasn't he?
Huai Shi could sense