A dragon-shaped bolt of lightning wove through the enormous tentacles, accompanied by a sound like a dragon's roar.
Every tentacle in its path was severed.
And the lightning dragon still had strength to spare as it hurtled straight toward Gyokko.
Unfortunately, Gyokko dodged this attack as well.
"Well~ Your attacks aren't much, but you sure are good at running for your life."
Although those tentacles had been a struggle for Kanzaki Kumo to cut through, the most important thing in a war of words was not to lose in spirit.
"How could attacks as slow as a snail ever touch me?"
Gyokko appeared a short distance away and began to sneer. After putting up with so much frustration, he had finally found an outlet.
"Actually, I believe I did touch you."
As Kanzaki Kumo spoke, he flicked a trace of blood off his blade.
At the same time, blood began seeping from the junction of Gyokko's neck and shoulder, frightening him into hurriedly covering it with the two little hands beside his head.
Although the wound was shallow, only a scraped-off layer of skin that healed in an instant, he had indeed been wounded.
Gyokko was secretly alarmed.
When Kanzaki Kumo had saved Makomo earlier, Gyokko had realized how fast he was. That was why the pot he occupied now was not one of the earlier pots that could be used to attack, but one that could carry him at high speed.
Yet even so, he had still been wounded.
And that was after his opponent had broken through his attack.
"So, this is all a mighty Upper Rank can do?"
Kanzaki Kumo continued taunting him while seizing every moment to recover his strength.
"You uncultured insect with no appreciation for anything! Don't look down on me!"
Spittle sprayed from