At the other end of the train carriage, the clergy member who had charged first
collided head-on with the mysterious man.
The young priest in the front held a razor in each hand, directing all of his body's strength onto the sharp tips, then, with a slightly slanted arc, he viciously chopped toward the enemy's head.
The extremely fast speed of the strike, the precise angle of attack, and the fierce, aggressive momentum.
From any perspective, it indicated that he was utterly resolved to kill his opponent!
However, facing the priest's ferocious attack,
the man standing before him simply let his gaze grow slightly heavier.
Without showing the same cautious attitude he had used when defending against Ronald's dark mist, he swiftly reached out with one hand and grabbed toward the priest.
Snap—
A white light covered his right hand.
With seemingly effortless skill, he caught the razor the priest had swung at him.
What followed were the man's actions in one fluid motion.