C271 You Could Foresee the Future.!

"Eight Blade Style: Thunder Wave!"

Hachiro shouted as he faced the glutinous rice balls coming from all directions. A long blade appeared on each of his eight arms.

Then, he waved his sword and shot out a sharp sword wave. No matter if it was speed, strength, or sharpness, it was all top-notch.

Even if a mountain was in front of him