The mountain toad was stunned, filled with anger and embarrassment at the same time.
After gathering strength so painstakingly for so long, his all-out strike had been nullified by merely feigning death once.
This ability was ridiculously unfair; could he still use similar tactics? Should he gather strength again, attack anew, or switch to a different mode of attack to gradually wear his opponent down?
"Puff!!"
At the moment of confusion, Sword Thunder Child pierced through the mountain toad's stomach with a vicious blow.
This was a battlefield, where the victor was king, and the loser, the vanquished.
Any distraction, any flaw, could tilt the balance.
In pain, the mountain toad jumped up and heavily crashed back to the ground, crushing innocent fruit soldier warriors and demonic ants, burying their lives.
"Shouldn't it be said that only with a strong enough ability can one have a matching Fond Spirit partner?"
