The crimson one fight backs!
"Weak! Too weak!! Pathetically weak!"
The crimson one exclaimed in a shrill voice that sounded just like the cry of a sword. It was jeering to hear and filled with disdain towards himself; however, Vincent remained unaffected. After all, he had beaten him, defeated him, meaning he was the winner among the two. So, why would the cry of a loser matter to him?
"Still not down, huh? To me, it looks like you need another round of beating." Vincent said as he raised his leg and brought it down on his back. He wasn't here to listen to the cry of a maniac. He only had one goal in his mind; defeat the crimson one and conquer the last floor of the monster tower. He stomped on the crimson ones with such force that he got buried under the water surface, vanishing from Vincent's sight.
He looked down, and after nothing happening for a few moments, he almost thought that he had won for sure this time around.
Plop!