Feitan charged recklessly, not to kill Qiao Lun, but to make Qiao Lun inflict enough damage on him.
Qiao Lun could see a measure of resentment in his movements.
Presumably, he had handed his ability to Chrollo, yet Chrollo had still failed to use it to finish Qiao Lun off. That left him deeply frustrated and resentful.
After all, the very design of Feitan's ability showed just how conceited he was.
But Qiao Lun did not intend to wound him. Ideally, he would kill Feitan in a single blow, or even grind his bones to dust and scatter his ashes.
Did he have a card capable of doing that?
The answer was yes!
Max Elephant's figure faded away, because at that moment, it was no longer the star of the battlefield. The true star would be the creature whose damage increased the farther it ran in a straight line!
Piercing Ox!
Sharp horns emerged first from the shadow beneath Qiao Lun's feet, followed by the muscular contours of an immensely solid, inverted-triangle chest. Its scarlet eyes had already locked onto the charging Feitan. It needed no acceleration at all. With a stamp of its hooves, Piercing Ox drove its horns straight at him.
Feitan had prepared himself for a lash from Max Elephant's trunk, but now that trunk had become a pair of charging horns.
His evasive movement became somewhat comical at that moment. He had intended to raise both arms to block the attack whipping toward his nose, but made a slight adjustment instead, trying to thrust his slender sword at the charging Piercing Ox.
Although he struck Piercing Ox's head, the result was poor. His slender sword rapidly bent, then finally snapped.
At that moment, Feitan suddenly remembered the nearby Junk Mountain.
When he was little, he had