"The fight is about to begin, Brother Wright."
The wind stared at the feather that was stuck in the ground but still spinning, and gave a low warning.
Following that, he muttered the spell for gathering spirits, crossed his hands, and tried desperately to mobilize the magic power of water in his body.
"Am I... going to fight you in this arena?" Wright asked, raising his "Mad Bear" pistol again.
"No, of course not. You will be fighting my most powerful body. Believe me, it is a monster you have never seen before." Old K's tentacles extended a little further, with a mixture of saliva and acid flowing along with them. He looked up at the sky, letting his tentacles swing around, and then said:
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