Feeling the fullness and power within himself, the Ghostfire Boy suddenly felt like he could do it again.

With a sudden burst of power from his legs, he vanished from sight, trailing a transparent thread as he shot away like a sharp arrow.

The speed was actually several times faster than before, so fast that the person in front of them didn't have time to react.

By the time he raised the knife to defend himself, the sharp thread had already grazed his arm.

A fresh arm, gushing blood, fell to the ground, resembling a lizard's tail, and struggled for a moment before becoming still.

"Ugh~ How disgusting!"

The boy with the ghostly fire glanced disdainfully at the severed arm on the ground, then looked at the other person who was missing an arm, his eyes revealing a hint of mockery.

Before the boy with the ghostly fire could utter any wild words, the puppet-like man actually put a knife to his own neck.

With a spray of blood, he actually slit his own throat and committed suicide.

"???"

He stared at all of this in a daze, his mind momentarily blank.

Just as he was stunned, a surge of sword energy rushed towards him from behind.

Upon hearing the noise, the boy with the will-o'-the-wisp swung out his silk threads without thinking.

These sword energies didn't seem to be aimed at attacking him, but rather at blocking his attack.

In an instant, a figure wielding a knife swiftly approached, seemingly familiar with the Ghostfire Boy's attacks, dodging one of his threads and appearing directly in front of him through a gap in the attack.

In the disbelieving eyes of the boy with the ghostly fire, a sharp blade gleaming coldly drew ever closer.

Pfft—!