"The Battle of Offense and Defense in the Fog" (I)
The smoke drifted outward, forming four walls that silently surrounded the three people on the battlefield. Only the boundless night and the bright moonlight remained untouched.
This was Morel's Purple Smoke Fist, a highly versatile Manipulation System Nen ability.
Morel used his Giant Pipe to exhale more than a dozen human-shaped clouds of smoke, shaping them into exact replicas of Knuckle. Their skin tone, hairstyle, clothes, and everything else were indistinguishable from the real thing.
He controlled the smoke soldiers and sent them into the fog walls.
Only then did Knuckle understand what his teacher had in mind. He laughed.
"I almost forgot about that move of yours, Teacher. Now they won't be able to tell which one of us is the real me!"
"All right, we can move in." Morel pointed his Giant Pipe at Franklin. "Gelman must have just cut off his left arm. He's still bleeding. Knuckle and I will take him down first."
"Shoto, help Gelman. Just hold out for a little while, and Knuckle and I will come help you. Don't push yourself, understand?"
"Right..." Shoto could tell how vicious Feitan was, and hesitated. But he still trusted his teacher and Knuckle. "Okay. I can hold him off for a minute or two."
The three of them quietly jumped to the ground, hid within the fog walls, and launched attacks from different directions.
From the corner of his eye, Feitan saw Morel and Knuckle knock Franklin to the ground. His Nen Blade faltered for an instant as he swung it—then Gelman kicked him flying.
"Tch."
Feitan landed inside a fog wall and grunted in annoyance. A few "Knuckles" rushed at him, and he coldly swung his Nen Blade, cutting them all to pieces.
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