The fury of being deceived and toyed with instantly overwhelmed the last shreds of Yulian's reason.
His figure flickered violently, vanishing from where he stood as if he had teleported. The next instant, he appeared before Yano like a ghost.
The dagger in his hand slashed mercilessly toward Yano's unprotected throat.
He was so fast that Yano had no time to react at all.
"Clang!!!"
A crisp, ear-piercing clash of metal suddenly rang out.
"What?!"
Petrification?
A Magic Scroll?
A description from the intelligence report flashed through Yulian's mind—Yano was "suspected of possessing a Magic Scroll."
So it really was a Magic Scroll.
But no matter how powerful a scroll was, it had a duration and limited uses. Let's see how many more times you can block!
The thought had barely formed when he was already preparing to launch another, even deadlier chain of attacks.
Then, he saw Yano before him suddenly take a deep breath, his eyes turning serious as he raised his sword and shouted:
"Secret Technique: Torrent!"
Secret Technique? Torrent?
Yulian's brain had yet to process it.
"Bang!"
A massive impact erupted from Yano's chest, slamming squarely into Yulian's completely unguarded chest.
"Puh—!"
Yulian felt as if a charging rhinoceros had struck him head-on. He flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily into the wet, cold mud more than ten meters away and splashing mud everywhere.
Secret Technique... Torrent...
What the hell was that...
Before he could figure it out, darkness swallowed his vision, and he lost consciousness completely.
A seemingly grave and serious duel had actually ended as a farce.
The entire battlefield fell into deathly silence.
A moment later, Yano successfully locked the four newcomers in the Little Black Room.
"Wuu wuu wuu!!"
When the other thieves in the Little Black