Franklin grinned and burst into laughter, and even the pain from the stump of his left arm eased slightly.
"Feitan, he's about to give out!"
"No need for you to tell me." Feitan swung his Nen Blade again, forcing back Gelman's counterattack. A sinister smile appeared on his face. "I know!"
He was a Transmuter, adjacent to the Enhancer type. In both strength and speed, he surpassed Gelman.
And now, with Franklin assisting him, seriously wounding or killing Gelman was only a matter of time.
All it would take was one tiny mistake for Gelman to be doomed beyond redemption.
Feitan delightedly suppressed Gelman, already considering how he would properly torture him afterward.
Suddenly, the danger instinct he had honed over many years alerted him that something was wrong.
Gelman had reduced his attacks and was focusing more on defending and counterattacking. Was he truly out of options, or was he preparing something?
He had held out alone against the fierce assault from Franklin and me for several minutes, even finding an opening to cut off Franklin's left arm. Yet even now, his Aura Output had not decreased by much.
That proved his aura reserves far exceeded ours.
Right. This was the only thing in which he surpassed me.
He wanted to keep dragging this out, exhaust my aura, and then counterattack in one go.
The squares that had been floating beside him all this time were probably like the Aura Gauge in a fighting game, used to store aura.
It had already filled one segment of the Aura Gauge, yet Gelman had not used it. He was definitely waiting for an opportunity.
If I were carelessly killed or seriously wounded, then he would still have a chance of winning against one-armed Franklin!
Having figured out the crucial point, Feitan