Sani, the Amateur

Several months ago, at the Path of the Underworld where the Gourmet World connected to the Human World.

"Swallow Return!" Sani shouted softly. His hair instantly gathered together, condensing into a slashing wave that howled through the air.

The Hercules Dragon acted as if it did not even notice him. The enormous beetle horn on its head blocked all those powerful strands.

It looked completely effortless.

"W-What?!"

While Sani was momentarily stunned, the Hercules Dragon tore at the strands with its single horn, directly dragging him to the other side before slamming him heavily into the ground.

Immediately afterward, the monstrous creature opened its bloody maw and pounced straight at him.

It was far faster than Sani had imagined. He could barely react before it was about to swallow him whole.

Although the Hercules Dragon's Capture Level was unknown, it was estimated to be at least Level 100!

At that critical moment, a flash of red light suddenly appeared.

Sani did not even see Guemon draw his sword. The red Sword Qi condensed into a single line, and in the blink of an eye, the Hercules Dragon was sliced in two.

But when Sani looked at Guemon again, he was already sitting on the ground once more, who knew when.

His movements had been incredibly fluid, completed in a single breath, as if he had practiced them hundreds of millions of times. Yet after that strike, it was as though nothing had happened at all.

Seeing the Hercules Dragon cut into two pieces, Sani's eyes widened after being rescued. For a long time, he could not say a word—

Back to the present.

Leiyin's strike just now reminded Sani of Guemon, whom he had encountered several months earlier.

He was unfathomable.

Another torrent descended from Death Waterfall. It was mixed