He Who Doesn't Know Who He Worships

"Don't pretend to be tough, you all black creature!" cries the phoenix with the blood vessels that seems to tighten on its neck as well as its temples, staring intently at me.

Given time to correct my posture, my attention is drawn as I am trying to fuse with Assassin Instinct. I look at the phoenix with admiration, while in my heart say: What a great monster called this phoenix, he knows how to make the opponent move so that it doesn't give me time to be able to fuse with Assassin Instinct...

Even though I am considered pretending to have physical toughness that was able to withstand so many attacks that the phoenix dealt continuously for a long time, while every second of time that passed the attacks would come up to hundreds of times, I was unable to strike back to the phoenix's taunts. Since the battle started, I haven't been able to counterattack once, or even how many phoenix attacks I've received without one I can dodge.

I just smiled a little in response to the ridicule, befor
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