Black Flame nodded in acknowledgment, then rose from the ground and looked up at Falga.
At that moment, he had entered hunting mode, a very strange state. Everything around him had become blurred; only Falga remained crystal clear.
He could even sense the faint tremors in Falga's body and grasp Falga's blood circulation through his breathing.
"Roar!"
With a low growl, Black Flame followed his instincts and flashed directly to Falga's right side. This was Falga's defensive blind spot, the most suitable angle for attack.
In truth, Falga was left-handed, and because he had been overconfident enough to keep both hands behind his back, it really was difficult for him to defend against Black Flame's attack in such haste.
Flames burst from Black Flame's arm, forming a great blade that slashed straight at Falga's waist.
But this was merely a feint.
When Falga's arm sprouted a third arm for defense, the flames abruptly changed shape.
They stabbed upward at a sharp right angle, going straight for Falga's head.
Falga smiled faintly and split his head apart, neatly evading Black Flame's attack.
Before Black Flame could change moves, Falga's third arm whipped out like a lash and struck Black Flame squarely in the abdomen. Black Flame flew backward, hit the ground, and rolled several times before barely managing to steady himself.
The power contained in that third arm was utterly terrifying. With a light flick, even an object weighing hundreds of tons would be sent flying, let alone Black Flame's small frame.
Had it not been for Falga's modifications, that strike would have snapped Black Flame cleanly in two. Even now, he was in poor condition; his abdomen had suffered serious internal injuries, only hidden by his incredibly powerful recovery ability.
At that moment, Black Flame suddenly spat out a mouthful