Wind field�s attack, accelerating per second, began to catch up with the initial woom movement.

As the knife�s approach got closer by 0.1 millimeters, the scars began to increase on the body.

-That�s the limit.�I am a lamp before the wind.

�Shina.�

-Your swordsmanship is also great.

O��OOOOI

Fengzhang�s displeasure permeated the air as a hollow laugh erupted from Quan�s lips.

-Is that your will?

�Swordsmanship?�

Where in the world is there such a swordsmanship that destroys oneself?

�I am Pierrot.�

A clown who just dances swords because he can�t make the woman he loves happy.

�still���

Kuan�s eyes dimmed.

�I kept my ring hand.��Sensing Quan�s change, all 60 Fung Zhang were thinking the same thing.

� what?

As if one eye was covered, Quan�s figure was flickering in his field of vision.

�My last skill, though it�s ugly.�

It is the last choice of Kuan, who cannot raise his senses due to any abnormality.

�Please smile.�

It was half of everything that made him, half of his brain.

�The pole of asymmetry.��The accident was blown away, and the area where half of the schema had disappeared was not even sensible.

�Hehe.�Hehehe.�

A single tear rolled down Quan�s cheek.

�Keep����all.�Shiina.��It was the only thing that remained in his mind even though his language skills had declined.

The wind shuddered.

�Kill!�

Not in a bleak voice, but in a lively shout, 60 wind chimes attacked him.

and����.

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