Bang!
A punch packed the force of an explosive and slammed into Renard's helmet. With a sharp crack, the helmet shattered!
Dizzy for a moment, he focused his eyes and saw Biscuit, back in her tall, true form.
Biscuit's fists were merciless, and her words were even harsher.
"After things have come this far, anyone who still tries to use unreliable memories to win sympathy and buy time to create more 'companions' must be a 'false person.'"
"To put it simply, the fastest way to tell which of us is real is for one of us to die. What happens after death will be proof enough."
"In our memories, we're all professional Hunters. If you're real, you should be as prepared for this as I am, shouldn't you?"
Biscuit had taken up the Heart Source Flow stance. As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately pursued Renard.
Renard realized that Gelman and the others had no intention of getting involved. He frowned inside his helmet and had no choice but to fight back in earnest.
He once again wielded a straight sword in each hand, both wrapped in Nen Energy, and slashed at Biscuit several times, each strike fierce and sharp.
But when it came to combat strength, Biscuit was still superior.
Biscuit deflected Renard's slashes one by one with Nen Energy, then used Heart Source Flow Fist to keep driving him back.
Biscuit's punches swept across Renard's armor. Piece after piece broke away with a clatter, and his body was left covered in wounds.
Most important of all, he was under tremendous psychological pressure.
He knew all too well that whether he won or lost this fight, he was doomed to die.
If this were a chessboard, he was already about to be checkmated!
In this situation, Renard immediately