Bab 899: Clash Of Royals [Pt 2]

>WHOOOOOOOOOOSSSHHHH<

Blades brimming with intense energy all flew towards Kuzon, desiring nothing but to end his life— no, more like severely injure him until he could offer no more resistance.

'I doubt this guy would be so merciful as to let me die like this...' Kuzon's thoughts trailed as he smiled.

He glanced at his opponent, the 9th Prince, and saw nothing but absolute fury.

They were currently in the air, and while they were still within wasteland territory, the Shelter was no longer within their immediate vicinity.

'Should I push him a little more?'

"Original Magic: [Marionette]" Kuzon whispered, weaving invisible threads until they wrapped around each golden blade.

And then—

>CLANGANGANGANG!!!<

In no time at all, every single blade turned into shards instead, broken into pieces by the invisible threads he weaved.