Anthony, standing nearby, blushed at the words. It wasn't a choice between showing off and practicality, but rather that Ange simply had no concept of looking good or not. If it worked, Ange was the type to disassemble his pelvis to continue the battle if necessary.
Faced with such a ruffian-like fighting style, the Dragon Undead was extremely distressed, like being stuck to unshakeable candy.
He tried to create some distance and regroup, but a Soul Shock Beam came flying, and tentacles lashed out. There was no escaping it.
And his Soul Impact, the opponent merely had to slightly hunker down to withstand it. Too weird. Clearly, Ange's soul wasn't as strong as his.
He couldn't comprehend it even with ten souls; Ange's consciousness was simply projected here, with his true body guarding from behind. Otherwise, it would be impossible to hit Ange's soul.
Unless he could instantaneously annihilate the Soul Heart of Ange's body at present.