On the battlefield with Uvogin,
the elder's face was grim as blood slowly seeped through his clothes,
and bits of wood remained embedded in his wound. The elder hadn't managed to fully defend against Uvogin's attack after all.
Uvogin rolled his wrist, easing the soreness left by his Super Destructive Fist.
"Looks like I hit him."
"Guess this fight's almost over."
The elder had never been as physically strong as Uvogin, an Enhancer. Now that he was wounded, it was even harder for him to keep his distance from Uvogin and fight at medium range with his Manipulation Nen.
If he tried, Uvogin would close in, forcing him into close-quarters combat, where he was even less capable.
That was why Uvogin had said the fight was over.
Once he dragged the elder into close combat, it would only be a matter of time before the elder was defeated.
"Clang!"
Several flashes of blade swept past. Nobunaga cut through the vital points of a person and the vines wrapped around him in a single stroke.
A member of the Kurta Guard Squad fell, while another had his throat slashed and collapsed nearby.
Nobunaga sheathed his sword and stood impassively, looking toward Uvogin.
"Looks like Uvogin's fight is about to end too..."
Even while fighting two members of the Guard Squad, Nobunaga had enough attention to keep an eye on Uvogin's battle.
And he had reached the same conclusion as Uvogin: the elder, already seriously injured, was no match for him.
"Taking him a while, though."
"Yeah. The old man's got some skill."
Nobunaga couldn't help acknowledging the elder's strength. If he had taken Uvogin's place, the odds would've been six-to-four or about even.
After all, Uvogin was the Phantom Troupe's top Militant Faction member. In a head-on fight, he was one