Genesis watched the battle before him without blinking, his heart filled with tension and anticipation.
He knew that his and Angeal's clones were powerful, but against opponents like Dante and Nero, the outcome was still impossible to predict.
Dante's reaction speed was incredibly fast. With a flash of movement, he dodged the clone's attack. His movements were fluid and swift, as though countless battles had honed them to perfection. At the same time, he gripped the greatsword in his hand and swung it fiercely, sending a sharp sword aura piercing straight toward the clone's chest.
Though the clone reacted quickly, his skin was still cut open by the sword aura, and blood immediately stained his combat suit red. However, the clone did not retreat because of it. He swiftly adjusted his stance, preparing to attack again.
Meanwhile, Nero displayed his own unique combat style. His figure shifted unpredictably, sometimes leaping, sometimes rolling, evading the clones' attacks. His eyes remained fixed on the clones' openings, searching for a chance to deliver a fatal blow. His movements were light and agile, like a hawk soaring through the sky.
The clones had clearly realized Nero's threat and began concentrating their fire on him. But Nero was far too agile, and their attacks could never touch him. Whenever the clones attacked, Nero always evaded at astonishing speed and launched a counterattack in an instant.
The battle inside the aircraft grew more and more intense. Every collision of weapons produced deafening roars. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, making it hard to breathe. The clash between Dante, Nero, and the clones had reached a fever pitch.
Suddenly, Dante seized an opportunity. He leaped into the air, his greatsword drawing a perfect arc as it stabbed straight toward a clone's throat. The clone