Willem declared confidently, "My hands are my weapons." As he stepped forward, his fingers parted slightly, revealing sharp black nails that sprung out like blades.

Jasper, wielding a long spear, retorted, "Hmph! Looks like you haven't trimmed those nails in ages. Today, I'll give you a hand!" He wasted no time and thrust directly.

The speed was blinding, leaving only a flash of golden light visible. Willem didn't retreat but charged forward, colliding head-on with the golden spear in a crimson blur.

"You're courting death!" Jasper sneered as his spear erupted into a flurry of shadows.

In the courtyard, the dazzling light made onlookers squint. Each movement was swift, slicing through the air effortlessly.

resembled a volley of cannonballs, tearing through Willem's crimson

"Hmph! Pathetic!" Jasper scoffed.

as he withdrew his spear. He felt proud, utterly sure

accidentally ended the life of the person

please confirm? Did you truly

up in surprise, his

confetti. These remnants were nothing more than shreds of fabric, lacking any trace of a

at thin air just moments

a silver-armored guard rang out

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