Splat

As Hawk said—

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Cheadle was a person of exceptional talent who had risen above countless elites.

But she hadn't invested much time in the combat field; instead, she poured her talent and energy into the professional field.

She didn't even care about the upper limit of "Nen Capacity," developing multiple abilities outside her own category to serve her professional work.

Even though she had an ability like "Medical Ledger" that could be used in combat, due to the restriction of "Benevolent Healer," it was strictly speaking a non-combat type.

It was worth noting—

Cheadle was a Manipulator.

She desperately wanted to finish off Ken and Sivir quickly, but their strength was not weak, and without the support of combat-type Nen abilities...

In this situation, it was simply impossible to take down two powerful Enhancers in a direct fight.

So, even though Moyu's performance and results surprised and delighted Cheadle, the sense of crisis lingering in her heart had not diminished in the slightest.

After all—

Cole and Genbul's abilities were merely the trump cards that Sivir and Ken could use to kill Cheadle outright.

Now that those trump cards were gone, they might no longer pose a substantial threat to Cheadle, but her lack of direct offensive power meant her resistance against them was also very limited.

If either Sivir or Ken shifted their focus to Moyu or Hawk.

Then, given Moyu and Hawk's current state, they would have absolutely no way to withstand the threat from Sivir or Ken.

Cheadle understood this, which was why she deeply realized the crisis had not been resolved.

After learning from Hawk that Cheadle was a non-combat-type ability user, Moyu naturally came to the same realization.

"We need to change the situation quickly..."

"Is there any other way to turn the tide?"

Cheadle and Moyu, in different positions, were both desperately thinking about how to resolve the crisis.

But no matter how they envisioned it, the best outcome remained—

Cheadle would escape with her life, Moyu would narrowly survive, and the severely injured Hawk would surely die.

Sometimes being able to see too far ahead wasn't entirely a good thing.

As if she could already see the result, even with her strong mental fortitude, Cheadle couldn't help but start worrying at this moment.

The shift in her mindset was reflected in subtle changes in her body language.

Sivir, growing increasingly irritable from the prolonged stalemate, didn't notice this at all.

But Ken was different.

He was like a venomous snake, his cold gaze always fixated on the weaknesses the enemy inadvertently revealed.

"That boy, could he be..."

Ken swung his blade relentlessly at Cheadle, squinting out of habit.

Thirteen years ago, a baby had been eroded by "Post-Mortem Nen" in the womb yet still stubbornly survived.

Thirteen years later, that baby with such a unique birth had become the boy before him?

He had thought the Price brought by "King's Balance" would force this boy to stop forever at the threshold of Nen...

Now it seemed his guess had been off.

But it didn't matter anymore.

Ken knew—

The appearance of this boy had certainly destroyed their trump card for killing Cheadle outright, but because of his appearance, they now had another opportunity to do so.

"Sivir, you should have enough 'fuel,' right?"

Ken threw the question to Sivir while swinging his blade at a subtle opening in Cheadle's defense.

Cheadle's eyes sharpened, and she swiftly retreated, narrowly dodging Ken's extremely tricky strike.

That was close...

Cheadle's heartbeat quickened slightly. Before she could adjust her stance, she saw Sivir's Wheel Blade slicing horizontally toward her neck.

With her perception maxed out, she leaned back, letting the sharp Wheel Blade pass just in front of her face, then immediately dismissed "Medical Ledger," lifting the restriction of "Benevolent Healer."

Then, Cheadle raised her palm against Sivir's elbow. With a single leverage technique, she sent Sivir flying.

The moment Sivir was thrown off, Ken's slash came at Cheadle again.

Compared to Sivir's increasingly rough and distorted attacks, Cheadle was more wary of this swordsman, who always struck at the tiny openings she inadvertently revealed while defending.

She took a sharp step back, dodging Ken's next slash.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it... Stop asking me if I have enough, I just want to tear her apart right now!!!"

Just then, a frenzied shout from Sivir suddenly rang out behind her.

Accompanying it was an even more surging, powerful aura.

"Hm?"

Sensing Sivir's suddenly intensified aura, Cheadle was startled.

Throughout the clash so far, she hadn't seen Sivir or Ken use any abilities, leading her to assume they were pure Enhancers who never developed Hatsu, only focused on boosting raw strength and Nen techniques.

But that wasn't the case.

Cheadle shot a quick glance at Sivir.

She saw the "Manifestation Aura" on the other woman raging like a storm, the erupting waves of force sweeping up sand and debris around them, even lifting her red hair to float wildly in the aura's pull.

"War Rhythm."

That was Sivir's ability.

When her negative emotions built up to a certain threshold, she would release those accumulated feelings all at once through her aura, greatly amplifying the intensity of her original "Manifestation Aura."

As for the principle behind this ability—

If you asked Sivir, she'd only give you this answer: "What, when people are angry or pissed off, don't they hit harder?"

Limited by her personality and understanding, this gave birth to the Nen ability "War Rhythm."

In reality.

There existed a phenomenon within the Nen system.

While Nen subtly amplified human emotions, it could also—

Under the influence of emotions like anger, irritability, joy, madness, sorrow, fear, hatred, carelessness, loyalty, excitement, doubt, shame, pleasure, or resolve—either increase or decrease Nen's intensity.

Sivir's "War Rhythm" stemmed from this very principle.

"Three minutes, and I'll tear you apart!"

Sivir radiated a wild, storm-like aura, her eyes brimming with murderous intent locked onto Cheadle.

"Hey hey, don't get the target wrong."

Ken halted his attack, pointing the tip of his blade toward Moyu's direction, grinning like a fox.

"The one you should tear apart is that little guy."

"!!!"

Cheadle's expression shifted, but Sivir, in her "War Rhythm" state, was momentarily stunned.

At that moment.

Moyu had no spare energy to ponder the meaning of Hawk's words.

The problem before him now was the threat from Genbul.

"Huff, huff... I'm gonna rip your guts to shreds!!!"

Genbul glared at Moyu with murderous intent.

He had finally recovered from the searing pain.

If not for that, he would have attacked Moyu the moment he pulled the short blade out.

Now recovered, Genbul charged at Moyu with killing intent.

"Snap."

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out beside Genbul's ear.