The Flame Demon Dragon was certain it had seen through Gelman's movements: the swing of his arm, the cold gleam of his scythe in the moonlight, the fluctuations of his Nen Energy...
Everything was under control.
It should have been.
It swung its powerful dragon claw, wreathed in terrifying flames, toward Gelman. Unless something went wrong, it would catch the small human in its grasp.
But something did go wrong.
Gelman's movements had been easy to follow, yet in that instant, he suddenly sped up, as if someone had pressed a fast-forward button.
Shhk—
The Flame Demon Dragon was caught off guard. Before it could react, its outstretched claw was cleanly severed by the Scythe of Funeral!
Gelman stepped onto the detached claw and kicked off, shooting toward the Flame Demon Dragon like a silver arrow.
Gripping the Scythe of Funeral with both hands, he swung it down at an angle. In the blink of an eye, the scythe, like the Grim Reaper's own, was at the Flame Demon Dragon's throat.
The Flame Demon Dragon reacted faster than it ever had in its life. It threw itself backward, narrowly avoiding a direct decapitation!
Even so, the keen edge of the blade cut through the flesh on its neck. Sparks flew as scalding blood gushed out!
All the resentment the Flame Demon Dragon had felt moments ago turned to shock.
It realized it was facing a monster on a completely different level from Beyond and the others.
Defeating Beyond had indeed led it to misjudge the situation. It had assumed the man before it couldn't be all that powerful.
That misjudgment was fatal.
As the Flame Demon Dragon saw Gelman pursuing it again, it realized it had been driven into a corner with no way out.
Half a minute ago, it