Jacob's Limbs

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Leon landed steadily on the ground, more than ten meters away from Solomon.

His gaze swept over Solomon, whose expression was wooden and blank. Leon wore a faintly mocking smile, his face openly provocative.

"What, not going to keep attacking me with your light cannons? If you held on a little longer, you might've been able to force me out."

"There is no need."

Solomon's tone was calm and cold, devoid of the slightest emotion, as though he were merely stating a fact.

"Even if I continued attacking with Noble Phantasms, I still couldn't defeat you. On the contrary, the chances of me losing would only be greater."