Leon, from this point onward, started integrating his Frost Fang technique into every strike. A shimmering pale blue hue in the shape of a deadly fang covered his sword as he teleported with each attack, layering all his previous techniques into one devastating combination.
FWOOSH! SLASH! FWOOSH! SLASH!
The first attack with this new combination landed cleanly on the monster's obsidian body. The size of the wound increased only slightly—perhaps a fraction deeper than before, nothing that seemed particularly impressive at first glance.
However, the monster's reaction was completely different from anything Leon had seen before.
AHHHHHHHHH!!!
It screamed—not the roar of fury or pain from a physical wound, but a sound of pure agony that seemed to emanate from somewhere far deeper than flesh and bone. The creature stumbled backward violently, its massive frame lurching like it had been struck by a hammer blow to its very essence.
