The area where the Sword Saint and Link were fighting was already overflowing with sword energy. No one else could get close.
Link's sword was not only swift but also immensely powerful. Every slash carried a dull boom that tore through the air. Before the blade even arrived, the wind pressure had already crushed across the Sword Saint Mushroom's cap.
The Sword Saint casually wielded eight longswords, yet with every collision of blades, that humanoid dragon-like strength forced him to spin his mushroom body with the momentum to shed the force.
Thus, their battle looked as though Sword Saint Puji had turned into a bladed spinning top, constantly circling Link. Occasionally, when he could no longer withstand the force and crashed into a wall, he would bounce back with the elasticity of the Puji Body and continue fighting.
The others were left dizzy by the sight, feeling only that both of them were monstrously strong.
But Fifteen could tell that his master was, without question, at a disadvantage. Even giving it everything he had, he could only temporarily hold Link back.
Although Puji excelled at recovering from injuries, there was a limit to the speed of that recovery.
The Sword Saint Puji's internal injuries were steadily piling up. Once they accumulated enough to affect his movements, he would lose.
With a clatter, the lid on Fifteen's back was pushed open, and Number Nine tremblingly poked its mushroom body out.
"Scared this mushroom to death, scared this mushroom to death! Didn't you almost die just now?" Looking like it had narrowly escaped disaster, it grabbed Fifteen's arm with its tentacles and tried to drag him back. It failed to move him and instead staggered forward itself.
Number Nine scrambled up and jogged in front of Fifteen, waving its tentacles before his