That knife, the knife that embodied all of Doro's qi, the knife infused with Fire Power, was lightly flicked and broken by Mr. R, the break as clean as if it had been cut by a sharp object. A chill rose from Doro's heart, as Mr. R's methods became more and more mysterious and unpredictable, and for the first time, a hint of fear appeared in the once-confident Doro.
This feeling was just like facing Mr. R years ago, but years of combat experience allowed Doro to make the most accurate choice. His body, which had been lunging forward, suddenly halted, and then with force from his feet, he retreated swiftly. While retreating, Doro also threw the broken knife toward Mr. R.
The broken knife tore through the air with a sharp whistle, slashing toward Mr. R's neck. Although this move was made in haste, Doro did not hold back at all, and it could even be said that it was more bizarre and unpredictable than the attacks he had meticulously devised.
