No matter how slow and clumsy the Titans' attacks were, their numbers could still create unexpected results.
Often, all it took was one hit for a Titan to easily wipe out a human. That was the inherent disadvantage brought about by the difference in their physiques.
—Then all he had to do was make sure they could never hit him.
Lianye's attention became incomparably focused as he devoted himself completely to the hunt, achieving perfect harmony with Hunting Rhythm.
From every direction, whether the Titans were tall or short, fat or thin, fast or slow, all of their attacks were "taken into his sight." Driven by powerful instinct, Lianye did not need to use his brain to calculate patterns of attack and retreat; he could calmly advance and withdraw among the Titans with perfect control.
Although, to outsiders, his figure appeared incredibly precarious as he was surrounded from all sides by the Titans' violently erupting onslaught, as though even the slightest mistake would send him to his death in their jaws, only Lianye knew that he was walking the line between danger and safety. Having achieved perfect Hunting Rhythm, he was like a master pianist playing an extremely complex piece, never easily missing a beat.
—Void Predator!!!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Standing on a Titan's shoulder allowed one to see farther, which naturally meant Titans themselves possessed broad fields of vision.
Even so, lacking any combat awareness, their eyes could not keep up with the movements of the Primal Hunter. Lianye leapt and pounced several times in succession, slaughtering every Titan scattered across the ground. At the same time, his nimble body perfectly evaded the Titans' descending palms and gaping mouths.
first blood! double kill! triple kill! ace!
He did not know whether Mikasa and the others behind him