"Then sorry for the trouble!" Tony didn't hesitate. He knew his own limits.
Even though he had once run a dojo, that didn't mean he could look down on a recruit from the Elite Camp.
Tony pushed off and rushed toward Mingde, who stood there casually.
Mingde's defenseless stance stoked Tony's anger. He gripped his sword hilt and said grimly, "You actually dare to be so careless!"
Hiss!
An Arc Light flashed. Tony vanished from where he stood, leaving only a crescent-shaped trail sweeping across Mingde's chest.
The next second, Tony reappeared in front of Mingde, still in his forward-lunging stance, and slowly slid his blade into its sheath.
Clang!
"One Sword Style: Arc Light!"
"That speed..." Loa stared in surprise at Tony striking a pose. For a moment, it had looked as though Tony had used Soru, but Loa shook his head. "No. That wasn't it. Was it a special acceleration technique combined with footwork?"
"Not bad, but he's let his guard down!"
Loa sighed.
Why did you have to stop and pose?
From the sensation through his blade, Tony thought his attack had landed. He straightened up with his back to Mingde, but before he could utter a word, something whistled through the air. A Spiked Club came hurtling toward him.
"What?!"
Boom!
The attack came so suddenly that Tony only managed to raise his scabbard against his shoulder. Before he could shift his stance, the club struck him and sent him flying.
"What happened?" Minnie and Simon stared in shock. Hadn't Tony just cut Mingde? How had the counterattack come so fast?
"Pfft!" Tony spat out a mouthful of dark blood and braced himself against the muddy ground, dirt smearing his once-clean face.
He felt as if a Stone Drum Bull had struck him head-on. The irresistible