Even as Soren and Sausage Neck faced each other, they still dodged the attacks of the antibodies.
Whoosh
whoosh...
They moved with skill.
Vinegar and the others watched from a distance.
Blackfield was good—great even. But it was an ability that allowed for incredible unnatural perception.
Now, while seeing an attack and evading it was possible, the problem lay in an effective counterattack.
His opponent was made with layers of meat that absorbed attacks.
And when Soren aimed for his head, he just used Blackfield to evade the attack.
By now, Soren had already entered a defensive stance, whipping out his Soul-steel dagger for an opportunity to defend himself against the next attack.
The dagger was the strongest thing on him. Fortunately, he raised it towards his face in time.
Boom.
It worked, but his fingers, not tight enough, shook, and the dagger fell.
Surprisingly, Sausage Neck's hand was not hurt at all.
