"Train~Specialization~"
Motan looked at the girl's confused and angry expression, and repeated it word by word.
"Train specialization!?"
Feather Song gritted her teeth as she glared at him, then dashed forward like an arrow to the Stitched Monster that had just been 'possessed' by something, supporting herself on one hand, performing a Thomas spin that swiftly cut off the Stitched Monster's legs, causing it to stumble heavily and fall to the ground, even crushing two Skeleton Warriors that couldn't dodge in time.
"That's right, train specialization."
Motan leisurely strolled to Feather Song's side, the two short swords in his hands, which looked unmistakably like store-bought items, emitted a strange aroma, smelling sweet but nauseating.
Smack!
A cold flash, the grotesque arm grafted onto the back of the Stitched Monster was severed at the elbow, without a single drop of blood flowing out. Moreover, the smooth cut instantly turned pitch black.
