Barn looked at the enormous stone statue before him, his eyes cold. His hand rested on the First-Generation Onikiri at his waist, and with a push of his thumb, the blade flashed!
The enormous statue facing him did not hesitate either. A fist the size of a city wall swung at him again, bringing wind pressure nearly equivalent to a force-six gale. Yet it had no effect on Barn. All it did was make his clothes flap noisily in the wind.
Barn seemed to ignore the wall-sized fist entirely. He stroked the feathers on Fitz's head and said,
"Fitz, go down first. I'll come get you once I've dealt with him. Don't worry, it won't take long."
Fitz obediently left the exclusive perch atop Barn's head, while Barn slowly drew his sword.
Whoosh!
He did not use Evil Light Slash. To him, this was nothing more than a slightly bigger fist.
Although Barn had not used Evil Light Slash, his single sword strike split the incoming fist straight down the middle!
Barn jumped onto the severed hand and stared coldly at the enormous stone statue before delivering a deeply provocative remark.
"You're weak. Compared to your colleague Gladius, you're downright pathetic. You can't even hurt me!"
Hearing that, Pica angrily threw another punch!
The result was the same, however. The incoming fist was once again split in two by the Onikiri in Barn's hand.
This time, Pica finally spoke, though his voice took Barn somewhat by surprise.
"Damn you! You think I'm weaker than that guy with the explosive hair?"
Such a shrill voice?
Barn could not reconcile that voice with the outline he saw through his Mind's Eye.
Still, Barn answered him calmly.
"That's right. I said you're weak!"
"Aaaah! Damn you!"
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