The Failed Swordsman Who Became the Strongest After Spamming the 100 Million Years Button

"" ... ""

Bacchus and Phong remain glaring at each other and do not move.

Dense killing swirls between them, and heavy silence rules the field.

While the instantaneous air is flowing,

“—Fon's Husband. I'd like to talk with you a little bit. Do you want a little help now?”

The voice of the deal that came out somewhere resonated loudly.

"... The idiot squeezes both knots well. Does it look like you're free?"

"Speaking of that again, it would be no problem if my husband's (...) ability (...) is right?"

"... I'm gonna tell you quickly. If you're going to use it no more, I'll get rid of you first."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, so please look at me with such a scary face .... No. The six-member husband just tried to blow it off with a sand bomb." I'm so gritted. "

He said so and looked at him as if he were doing "definition".