"Monster?"
Enel's voice dripped with the fury of someone deeply offended.
With a sharp snap, he swung the Golden Staff in his hand sideways.
Azure arcs of lightning instantly coiled like dragons around its golden length.
Its tip pointed mercilessly at Saint Killingham, who had just risen in front of the sofa with a trident in hand.
"Fuck!"
Enel rarely swore, but the other man's "sleep talk" had clearly enraged him.
"You horned lizard sure know how to put on airs! 'Monsters,' huh?
"Before God, you'd better drop that mysterious act!"
"Now kneel and repent to God for your disrespect..."
Enel paused, arrogance radiating from him.
"God might just grant you an intact corpse."
Before his words had fully faded, Enel cast an extremely discreet, fleeting glance at Bullet beside him.
Bullet, who had remained silent as a rock all this time, wearing nothing but a wild grin,
gave an almost imperceptible nod the instant Enel glanced his way.
Clearly, Enel's Mantra, with its vast range and ability to hear the voices of the heart, had picked up something worthwhile.
And he had immediately communicated it to Bullet without a word.
On the surface, however, Bullet paid no attention to Enel's swaggering declaration.
He could not even be bothered to look at Killingham's affectedly mysterious face.
He simply flicked the toe of his military boot,
kicking up a fist-sized fragment of marble beside his foot and catching it firmly in his palm.
Then his gaze locked onto Killingham.
No wasted words. No windup.
Bullet abruptly clenched his fingers.
Then the muscles in his arm contracted and released like a spring!
Whoosh!!
The marble fragment became a blurry gray streak,
tearing through the air faster than sound with a piercing shriek as it shot straight at Killingham's face!
Killingham seemed equally