In just a few seconds, the violent surge of sword energy stopped abruptly.

The savings this time were not as sufficient as the last time. And before pouring out, the dragon boy repeatedly diverted and spent them.

The most powerful counterattack has been used.

But the dragon boy still has the final blow.

Fighting skills - spear throwing!

He used up the last of his fighting spirit and strength to throw the gold-level short spear that he was holding tightly.

The short spear hit the gray ball of light, but was not teleported.

The dragon boy seemed to hear an explosion.

The incandescent sword energy slowly dissipated, and the gray light sphere disappeared without a trace, revealing the protected user.

Fujituro's lower body was in a lunge, his upper body was straight, and his face was ferocious.

He was motionless, as if frozen.

The dragon boy plopped down and fell to his knees.

He was about to admit defeat when his pupils suddenly shrank and he was stunned on the spot.

Then, his mouth slowly opened wide.

"Is it an illusion?"

In his field of vision, a big hole opened in Fujituro's heart, which was visible from front to back.

And the short gun fell behind him, dripping with blood.

And on the route it flew out, there were a lot of flesh and blood and heart fragments.

This is……

A fatal blow.

puff.

As if a breeze blew, Fujituro's body fell to the ground like a torn sack.

Immediately afterwards, the bright red blood spread quickly, like a red carpet, carrying the body of a gold-level fighter.

he……
Chapter completed!