Face-slapping, Round 3 (4)

Thus, when he lost his target, the deadly black wall took the hit at full impact.

And the wall was connected to his own energy.

It was as if Seven had punched himself.

Rumble —

The wall collapsed, and Seven spat out a mouthful of blood from the backlash.

If he hadn't used the black sword to support himself at the last moment, he would have dropped to his knees.

"How is that possible?!"

Sefiro's eyes widened in disbelief.

"How did that happen?!"

She ran up to Seven and stared at him. "Are you a pig?! You're a Spiritual Lord! You're a whole stage above Feng Wu! You should have killed her in one strike, but now, she's escaped! How stupid can you be?!"

Seven was already very angry, and Sefiro's contemptuous tone only made it worse. He couldn't control his frustration and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood covered Sefiro's face and hair.

"God!"