“Also, your final weakness is –” As Kanata suffered with blood pouring out of his ears, Vandalieu approached him defenselessly.

“Guh, Mana!”

Kanata drew his knife with his burnt, blistered hand and threw it at Vandalieu as his only way to recover from this hopeless situation.

Vandalieu effortlessly deflected it with his claws.

“No matter what kind of attacks you use, you can’t designate your enemy’s body as a target for your ability. If you did, you wouldn’t be able to harm them, after all,” said Vandalieu. “That’s why I can just use my physical body to protect myself. Of course, my claws –”

“Claws!” Kanata shouted, throwing another knife.

This time, Vandalieu struck it down with his extended tongue.

“Even if you designate my claws as a target, I can simply use parts other than my claws to defend,” said Vandalieu. “Well, I wouldn’t die from a knife of that size hitting me, anyway,” he added, speaking with his tongue extended out of his mouth and twisting around. As his skill had leveled up, he was now able to extend it even further.