Hand of the Paradise of No Return

He had managed, in that brief exchange, to set a trap that had instantly led Mantis to his doom.

This ability to devise tactics was often more terrifying than Nen techniques.

The weaker side could rely on brilliant tactics laid out in a short time to decisively defeat the stronger side.

That was why Shalnark had been so shaken.

If Moyu had merely crushed the slick-haired man with twin blades through overwhelming strength,

Shalnark would not have been this surprised.

"The one who fell was the twin-blade user. That works greatly in my favor."

Shalnark slowly calmed himself, and the smile that had previously shown on his face vanished.

Setting aside those four Nen Ability users, with Mantis's fall, the two opposing camps in the arena had become a standard two-on-two.

The most favorable development now would undoubtedly be for Moyu and Ryan to fight to the death.

No matter which of the two survived, Shalnark would be happy to see it.

In the arena.

Baibo, who had witnessed Mantis's defeat and death, first froze. Then his face swiftly darkened, and killing intent and fury surfaced from the aura surrounding him.

"Mantis, you idiot..."

Baibo's eyes burned with rage as he gritted his teeth and looked at Mantis's fallen corpse.

Before Moyu drove his blade into Mantis's chest, how could Baibo have imagined that the battle would end this way?

The true "reality" should have been Mantis doing what he always did: first cutting off his opponent's weapon, then cutting off his opponent's life with a single slash.

Why had this happened?!

Rage blazed in Baibo's heart. His gaze slowly moved away from Mantis's corpse and locked onto Moyu, whose entire body was covered in a layer of what looked like black swamp mud.

For one brief moment, Baibo wanted