Bab 326: Twisted Game

The six guild masters gritted their teeth and clashed against the six clones. With their overwhelming strength and speed, the entire throne room was trashed in an instant.

"Hahahaha!" King Moriarty kept laughing.

With a single-sheathed sword, Alistair cut his opponent into tiny, bloody pieces. The clone died.

"You traitor!" Alistair shouted and jumped at the creature. "You made my daughter cry. You'll die."

"Alistair, I always hated you." 

King Moriarty retrieved his own sword from the inventory and clashed blades with Alistair.

"The feeling is mutual!" Alistair shouted.

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG!

With just a couple of seconds, they clashed blades hundreds of times. They moved so fast that it was impossible to keep track of their movements.

"Sea of Dead Clones!" King Moriarty put his hand against Alistair's face, and from the palm of his hand, thousands of clones shot out.