Climb felt a portion of his vision fade away. However, the effect disappeared immediately. It seems his magic resist had succeeded.
Having endured with his feet planted, Climb swung his sword like he was trying to slash through all of the clones. But only one of them was within the reach of his swing. As expected, if he wanted to hit all of them, he had to engage the original. Otherwise, there would be no strength in his sword.
The Succulent that got hit was cut in two. However, there was no blood and the sword passed through him without resistance.
“—Wrong.”
A chill rose from his guts and the area around his neck grew hot. Climb covered the area where he felt the heat with his left hand.
He felt a sharp pain from the hand covering his neck and the ominous sensation of his clothes being dyed in fresh blood. If he had not sensed his bloodlust, if he had hesitated to sacrifice his hand, his neck would have been severed. Relieved to have escaped death, he gritted his teeth to endure the pain and slashed his sword horizontally.