The avatar naturally had to give chase, and the two began running laps around the circular Sealing Prison.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
Flying Knives kept attacking Leon, but it was as though he had eyes on his back, perfectly deflecting only the knives that could hit him and ignoring the rest.
No matter how the avatar provoked him, Leon simply ignored it and kept running.
If the avatar had more self-awareness, it would be trembling with rage right now, but what infuriated him even more was yet to come.
Perhaps thinking to change tactics, Soul V's avatar suddenly stopped, shook his shield at Leon, and Leon's response was...
"Eat my pot!"
Leon swung a round, rolling object from his waist pouch directly at the avatar.
Such an attack was too obvious; anyone could dodge it, and the avatar was no exception.
However, when the object hit the ground with a crisp sound, a large mass of poop-yellow smoke violently exploded, assaulting everyone's nostrils with an indescribable stench!
