The Thin Man watched everything before him. All he could see was crimson radiance shining beneath the sky, Spider Robots being cleaved apart, exploding, and burning within that bloody glow.
He could not catch sight of that man. The other man was too fast—so fast that he exceeded the limits of everything his eyes and consciousness could perceive.
It was like how people could not see light streaking past their eyes, because within their vision, that light simply appeared in an instant.
Although he knew the other man was not yet as fast as light, at this very moment, that was how it felt.
That fully organized force of at least a hundred men had not even had time to react before splattering blood filled the air, spreading into a Blood Cloud across the snowy ground.
The Thin Man could clearly tell that these scouts before him were all first-rate elite troops.
They carried advanced weapons, possessed sturdy physiques, and every one of them was equipped with an Optical Camouflage suit.
Among them were fully modified Cybernetic Humans, as well as Rank F low-level Transcendents.
Despite such an overwhelming disparity in strength, they had still relied on their combat awareness to launch deliberate counterattacks. They had even used their combat experience and instincts to set an "encirclement" trap for that figure.
Even though they could not see that figure clearly, or even track him at all, they still mounted effective counterattacks. Some of their predictions even kept up with the limits of the Thin Man's own vision.
And all of this had taken shape after their commander had been killed at the very start.
This was an elite force. An absolute elite force.
The Thin Man had no doubt that if a Rank D Transcendent like himself charged into their