My name is Joker Part III

“Wait, Ikushi, don’t!”

Red Tail, who was still trying to make sense of the circumstance, tried to stop his Half. But it was in vain. His voice could no longer reach him. The warrior rushed forward in a straight line.

In the fracture of a second when they were in the range of each other, a crescent of the blade that strikes almost too fast to be caught by naked eyes flew past the opponent. And the samurai instantly slumped to the ground. Golden dust splattered from his wound.

“D–Dammit! Did he panic?!”

The South Korean summoner could only wonder without understanding anything.

He was certain that his Half would never panic. They all had been through battles in global tournaments like this for too long to be capable of such a thing. Even when facing harsher obstacles, they had always been calm and collected. Then why…