When Superbi Squalo saw Asuna walking toward him, he first took a frightened step back. Then he stopped himself, gathered his courage, and roared.
Even though his boss, XANXUS, had already lost, he still had the nerve to shout at Asuna, "Come on! Who's afraid of who?! You think I'd be scared of a little girl like you?!"
Superbi Squalo raised his only remaining arm, gripping a short blade.
As for his other arm—the prosthetic—it had long since been used as a timed bomb meant to blow Asuna to death.
Now, he only had this one intact arm left, and it was his real arm, not a prosthetic.
Naturally, his combat strength had dropped considerably.
In truth, even at his peak, it would not have made much difference. After all, even his boss had lost.
Asuna walked toward Superbi Squalo step by step.
Superbi Squalo backed away while making blocking motions.
Sweat ran down his cheeks, dripped onto the short blade, then slid down its edge and fell to the ground.
The next second, Asuna charged up and unleashed a quick-draw slash at a speed ordinary people could not comprehend.
It took less than 0.2 seconds from beginning to end.
She completed the slash and sheathed her sword.
Superbi Squalo's only remaining arm was severed with a sharp crack, separating from his body.
Superbi Squalo let out a miserable scream and fell heavily to his knees, trying to cover the wound.
But both his arms were gone. Even if he wanted to cover it, he had no way to do so.
He could only watch helplessly as blood spurted from the stump of his severed arm.
Asuna felt no psychological burden after doing that.
She had been through a death game before. "That's it?"
She was not so fragile that