On its royal post, the sun was still hot, and yet, Walker was shaking like he was outside on a frigid winter night with no clothes on.
It was already the sixteenth match, and Onimaru Kunitsuna had yet to be put in a precarious situation, much less lose.
The win streak against fifteen SS-rankers was naturally shocking.
However, this was only around twenty percent of the reason why his body shivered like a kitten in sheer cold.
The main reason was…that!
Daru, with the momentum of having just sidestepped his opponent's icy stab, transitioned into a spinning sweep, turning into a raging hurricane.
This move only wounded his foe's waist, the winds dealing a bit more extra damage.
But this move was a confirmation of Walker's suspicion three matches ago.
No…this was already a double confirmation. It was just so hard to believe that he didn't dare conclude so easily, checking again and again.
But it could no longer be denied.
