"Ah! Damn it!" Muttering to himself, the Shadow Clone suddenly rapped his own head. He had nearly forgotten something important—he had no idea whether the gloves Dr. Stylish wore could withstand Mine's desperate counterattack.
The blast that had originally been blocked by those two fists now pressed down along with her aim, forcing its trajectory back against those enormous fists. If nothing unexpected happened, the final target of that blast would be the giant's head... It might even blow away more than half his body!
Watching the roaring Mine, the Shadow Clone figured she had already forgotten about that. For her delicate body to strain until her veins bulged... it really hadn't been easy for her. Well, it was the result of her hard work. He would give her a hand.
As the Shadow Clone pondered, he thrust his hand into the Gap he had opened beside him. Judging from Dr. Stylish's expression, if nothing unexpected happened, the guy was about to flee while accepting some damage. That would be troublesome for Mine too. One burst of power was enough—could she manage a second?
For Dr. Stylish, it didn't matter if the body was damaged. As long as there were enough nutrients, it would be fine. Absorb sufficient nutrients, and this body could evolve into something even more perfect. A small amount of nourishment could sprout tough armor over his hands; more nourishment would only make his armament stronger. So the world's black technology wasn't shabby either. But it was clearly metal—how could it grow?
Amid Dr. Stylish's astonishment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the empty space before his true body. That hand clenched halfway and swept past both arms of his true body. "Uh... what's going on?"
Before Dr. Stylish could figure out what was happening, the hands