Don't Drag Me Down

Francis's positioning, along with the way he gathered Nen while pinching his cards, had all been noticed by Moyu.

With companions fighting alongside him, there was nothing wrong with Francis's approach.

Unfortunately—

Francis and his companions might have inferred from the rule that "weapons are not allowed in the casino" that the saber at Dis's waist was a product of the Conjurer type.

But they would never have imagined that someone wielding a blade could fire a blade-shaped Nen projectile amid his slashes.

Having only just arrived at the scene, they could not gather such intelligence in advance through a Nen Clone as Moyu had.

It was precisely this information gap that caused Francis, who should have posed the greatest threat to Dis, to die beneath the aura blade.

Still, Dis's tactical decision-making had been extremely decisive.

He saw through Francis's intentions at a glance, then used that information gap against them to instantly kill one person despite facing four opponents.

That was the importance of intelligence in Nen Ability battles.

But Francis's swift death was also related to his level of skill.

If his reaction had been a little faster, or if he had been able to quickly shift the Nen gathered in his right hand into defense, he at least would not have died on the spot.

"An Emitter who developed a Conjurer ability with such a low mastery rate, and it's just an utterly unremarkable ordinary saber..."

Moyu's gaze passed over Francis's corpse before turning to Dis, who held the saber.

What normal Emitter Nen user would touch a Conjurer ability, the type with the lowest mastery rate? Even if they did, what they conjured was merely an ordinary cold weapon.

Who knew what powerful need Dis had, or what factors had influenced him, for him to