Blue lightning fell from the heavens, making every strand of Ammon's hair stand on end. Ammon was Ammon after all. Though he was merely an avatar that had barely reached Sequence Three, he had forcibly withstood the bolt with his physical body.
But Klein, overlooking the battlefield from Above the Gray Fog, noticed that he had not truly withstood it. Ammon had stolen part of the lightning strike's damage!
"Even in that situation, he still had the spare capacity to steal damage? Is this how High Sequence Marauders fight?"
Klein sat high Above the Gray Fog, analyzing Ammon's actions through the Gray Fog filter. At the same time, he used the Gray Fog, the Sea God Scepter, and the Black Emperor card, with Leonard as a fulcrum, to inflict all kinds of interference on Ammon.
Of course, he did not go too far. It was not because he was holding back, but because he feared that the old man living inside Leonard might see through the fact that this "great existence" was strong only on the outside.
Casually tossing out a bolt of lightning could be a game a God played out of boredom. But desperately spamming skills and still failing to kill the enemy would be far too damaging to his image.
However, Klein did not know that Pallez was currently drowning in deep confusion, because he had realized that this Ammon avatar before him might have something seriously wrong with him.
Let alone a Sequence Three avatar, even an Ammon avatar at only Sequence IV should not have been this disgraceful. Yet now, he was frantically stealing and stealing, only to fail to steal anything at all.
In terms of Marauder abilities, Pallez was clearly inferior to Ammon. Yet even in his extremely weakened state, with Leonard and