The Devils Killer (5)

Thud!

The body of the Cheetah, now littered with cuts and holes, fell with a heavy thud. Klaus smiled cheerfully as he looked at it. His sword vanished into his space ring, and a water bottle appeared in his hand.

"Haa, it's always good when things work out," he said, grinning at the massive body of the cheetah, which he had been using as target practice for the past 20 minutes. Without his fancy skills, he knew a one-on-one battle would have left him lying on the floor, but hey, warriors are meant to use their skills, and he was doing just that.

"Dinner time, buddy!" Klaus declared as he crushed the core. The dragon tattoo on his arm glowed, and all the energy was sucked into it. He could sense the dragon's energy had dropped after its death. He quickly realized that using the dragon as a meat shield was a bad move on his side.