Aoda Sasaki hovered proudly ten meters above the ground, but Uncle Drake backed a few dozen meters away. A long, deep sword wound appeared in front of his chest.

Fresh blood flowed out of the wound.

Uncle Drake was nearly killed by a single sword slash.

“Old friend, you’re no longer a worthy opponent of mine,” Aoda said.

“You’re not Aoda Sasaki anymore,” replied Uncle Drake while he looked at his sword wound.

Aoda shook his head. “I’m still me, but stronger! My old friend, you ought to know