章節 67: The Lost of One's Love

Ary glanced at Marcolo, and Marcolo glanced back at him.

Kashi and Mai were yet to recover.

Swish!

CLASH!!

Both Marcolo and Ary clashed with their blades, and the sound of metal roamed through the area.

"Not bad, kid!"

Marcolo complimented. But ignoring his compliment, Ary thrust his blade forward while roaring.

Marcolo grinned, and they both drifted backward.

"Finishing strike!"

Marcolo commanded while swinging his blade toward Ary, and a red shockwave flashed at Ary at a brisk speed.

"Water Caster!!"

Ary neglected the attack by swinging his blade, and the wave of water omitted the shockwave.

BOOOOM!

Unexpectedly, a collision occurred as their attacks collided, and smoke arose in the mid-air.

"Haaaaa!"

While piercing through that smoke, Ary darted at Marcolo with his cutter blade of death in his right hand.

"Hmph."

With a nasal response, Marcolo raised his blade, commenting,

"You're sure excited to fight me, eh? Let's see how you can manage this!"