Boom...
Blue mana arced through the air from the curved axe of the silver halberd clashing against the black fist projection of mana shrouding Robin's arms along with his gauntlets.
"You really are abnormal", Modak said that looking at the Robin who was pushed back along with the dissipation of the former's attack in his thorn armour with five deep cuts slashed over his body nd the blood dying his black cloak of Titan Lord that's still covering his body.
" hehe... Thanks for the praise, pig", Robin said that whipping blood dripping from his closed lips with the sleeve of his right gauntlet, "your attacks are just weak"
"Wait for my seventh slash to say that", hearing Modak's words Robin has to accept his biggest defect in this world. He isn't at any advantage against Modak's attacks.
Skill arts.
Robin could manage his own against Modak only due to abnormal skill power of his souls.