Willem declared confidently, "My hands are my weapons." As he stepped forward, his fingers parted slightly, revealing sharp black nails that sprung out like blades.

Jasper, wielding a long spear, retorted, "Hmph! Looks like you haven't trimmed those nails in ages. Today, I'll give you a hand!" He wasted no time and thrust directly.

The speed was blinding, leaving only a flash of golden light visible. Willem didn't retreat but charged forward, colliding head-on with the golden spear in a crimson blur.

"You're courting death!" Jasper sneered as his spear erupted into a flurry of shadows.

In the courtyard, the dazzling light made onlookers squint. Each movement was swift, slicing through the air effortlessly.

The golden spear shadows, tightly packed, resembled a volley of cannonballs, tearing through Willem's crimson afterimage and shredding it. The process unfolded with merciless simplicity, encountering no resistance.

"Hmph! Pathetic!" Jasper scoffed.

His smug expression oozed