Clap, clap, clap...
Singer's tentacles thrashed wildly, striking the laboratory walls with a series of sharp smacks!
As a businessman, Singer had undoubtedly been extremely successful. After all, he'd lost two hands but gained all these tentacles in return. However you looked at it, it was a good deal.
Though Singer himself didn't seem to agree.
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"Looks like I won't be completing the mission!"
Seeing the changes in Singer, Ul already knew that his mission had run into trouble yet again.
Singer looked down at Ul, his eyes filled with the vindictive satisfaction of revenge.
"What's the matter? Why aren't you attacking? Didn't you say I was weak? So who's weak now... Hahahaha!" Singer laughed incessantly. The red glow in his eyes grew brighter, and the evil aura around him grew stronger.
"This ends now, you wretched bastard. Die!"
Singer's laughter abruptly stopped. Countless tentacles shot toward Ul, as sharp as arrows.
Ul's expression was cold.
Faced with the tips of the tentacles falling like raindrops, his gaze didn't waver in the slightest. Only deep in his eyes did a trace of killing intent slowly spread.
Boom!
Powerful magic surged from within him, instantly forming a wave of force that swept in every direction.
Empowered by his magic, Ul moved in an instant. In the blink of an eye, his body seemed to turn into an afterimage. As the tentacles closed in, the cheap tachi in his hand swept out...
Sword Art—Afterglow!
Countless flashes of blade crisscrossed into an impenetrable net of light. Every tentacle that touched it was instantly reduced to fragments, falling to the ground in broken pieces. Once all the tentacles in front of Ul had disappeared, the net of light gradually faded into afterglow...
This was a sword technique Ul had created himself.
Singer's face