It was impossible. Slimo was sure that he had impaled the man through his helmet just now, yet he was moving completely fine as if nothing hit him at all.
'Did I imagine it? Did my sword really not kill him?! No... that can't be. Zoey celebrated my victory as well. Who the hell is this?!'
The Traveler stretched his legs in a flamboyant manner.
"Let me know when you're ready for another round! For being so weak, you put up a great fight!"
Slimo gritted his teeth.
"Being so weak?!"
He grabbed his sword off the ground and held it in front of him.
"I'm ready."
The Traveler excitedly raised his massive sword. Lidia put a hand on Slimo's shoulder.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Slimo firmly held his stance.
"It was a fluke. He must have a Zalo that allowed him to move his body parts in that armor."
The Traveler began to laugh.
"You can think what you want! It's all the same to me in a fight!"
