A smile flickered across Regis's lips, "Quite the foul mouth..."0

Regis’s hand holding the staff twitched. The growling hounds burst out in all directions as if they had been waiting. Ian began to sprint almost simultaneously. Three hounds charging toward him quickly closed the distance. His concentration peaked. Tentacles and fangs, swinging like whips and bristling wildly, aimed for blind spots, and below them, another creature approached in a low stance. 0

Everything around became sharply clear in an instant, even as his own movements felt slow. Ian decided to choose a method that would get him closer to the creature even faster. He stomped on the head of the creature rushing in low, jumped up, twisted his body powerfully to the side, and rotated. This maneuver allowed him to dodge the creature charging straight at him and deliver a spin-filled slash with his sword.0

Swish!0

The tentacles and claws trying to penetrate the gaps were deflected by the Whirling Barrier. It all happened in the blink of an eye. Ian, who had demonstrated almost acrobatic movements, landed. Among the three hounds he had passed, one with its neck cut fell and slid dead the moment he landed.0

"There's a skill in this one" Regis, murmuring to himself, had his head jerked back as if someone had pulled it from behind. 2

A dagger thrown by Ian was embedded in his forehead. The black blood that seeped out from Regis was brief.1

Clang.0

The ejected dagger fell to the ground.0

As expected, I...0