Chapter 17: Linear Jet Propulsion Footwork (Peak-Black)
Zar's lips pursed into thin, straight lines. Then the corners of his mouth curved, a cold smile replacing his impassiveness. "Who am I?" he repeated, his voice carrying a lethally sharp edge. "To have the gall to ask me that after what you did to me... Ha!"
Zar broke into a fit of deranged laughter, his hand hovering over his face, glowing blue eyes peeking through the gaps between his fingers.
However, as if it had all been a facade, his hand lowered, and his expression froze over. His killing intent surged, with his disposition having completely changed.
Then his hand blurred.
"I'll show you exactly who I am," he coldly uttered, his sword cutting through the air at the speed of sound. "Fight with everything you have, Lion kitty. Don't look away. Don't even blink. For if you do—"
"!!!"
'Fast!'
SHING!
"—You won't even know how you died."
