A low, ragged breath escaped the red-haired man, followed by a bitter laugh. His fiery red hair highlighted his rebellious, carefree nature.
"This guy is absurdly powerful."
The dazzling golden longsword gradually lost its luster, and Jace's face turned from an unnatural flush to a deathly pallor.
As if he had sensed something, he didn't even have the strength to pay attention to the severed tendril. He grabbed at the air with his left hand and pulled, forming a powerful air cannon in his palm before swinging it fiercely outward.
It intercepted an attack from a mutated Bean Soldier.
Boom!
The blast of compressed air shook the heavens and the earth.
Using the recoil of the air cannon, the red-haired man fell back and called out to Corleon, who was still gathering power. "Hey, I'd advise you not to make trouble for yourself. Even if you multiplied your strength several times, you probably still couldn't seal it. If the backlash hits you, you'll be doomed."
At its core, any sealing art was a dangerous struggle with the target, one in which either you or it would die.
If the seal failed, the consequences for the sealing master were just as terrible. Corleon might be unrivaled among the sealing masters of the Academic World today, but compared with the late Celestial Star Saint, the gap was still far too great.
There was no way he could seal this Mother Bean again.
Corleon knew all this just as well as Jace did; he didn't need Jace to tell him.
He could still keep gathering power and increase the strength of his sealing art, but as Jace had said, sealing the Mother Bean in one stroke was a pipe dream. His original goal had only been to use the stalemate created by the