481 The punishers' skill

Although at first, all the leaders seemed confident when going up against Arthur, not a single one of them had moved in first for the attack.

"Come on, none of you even know who I am, I can't be that scary, can I?" As he said this, the large shadow over his left-wing did a little flap. Even though it was only made out of shadows, it had caused a gust of wind that blew the others' hair.

It had a weight behind it, a shadow had weight, it was that dense. These things seemed almost impossible. And was nothing compared to the shadow the boy had used earlier.

"Fine, be like that," Arthur said. "Skill, shadow floor."

The right-wing had dropped to the ground in an instant and had splattered across the floor. It then started to spread at such a speed that it had basically covered the entire twenty-meter area from the platform in an instant.