140 To Settle the Milk Box(es)

Something had happened, and the viewers were holding their breaths!

At the same moment that Flaming Mountain Fifth Generation was spinning his knife, the Wargod No.1 revved up his knife. With a buzz, it turned into a windmill of steel as well.

Being able to perform it at a moment like this was the skill of a master. No one else could replicate it even if the movements were the same. If it didn't have the understanding of a master behind it, the final result would still be akin to a dog trying to imitate a tiger.

His expression turned dead serious. The opponent had learned quickly. He wasn't one step behind, he was actually reacting at the same pace. Was this a joke? Only a master could pull that off.