Hazy moonlight filtered down through the forest.
The insects fell silent at that moment.
The killing intent filling the area was like invisible hands clamping down on Kozofutor and the others' throats.
A second earlier, Moyu had subdued an enemy in a single move.
That probing strike infused with Nen had sent Genthru sprawling in pain.
The All-Out aura that followed had further intimidated Kozofutor and the others.
Jispa, who considered himself the strongest fighter on the team, reacted—only to be taught a harsh lesson by Biscuit in return and lose consciousness on the spot.
The situation in the clearing froze at that moment.
Kozofutor and the others looked utterly shaken, temporarily rendered speechless.
That speed during the attack—
It was simply too outrageous, not even giving them time to finish a chant.
Now, shrouded by that tsunami-like aura, they felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness that they could not resist.
Kozofutor was recognized as the second-strongest fighter in this player group.
His face resembled a skull, with two severely protruding front teeth, and he always carried a sheathed longsword in his arms.
The instant Jispa moved, Kozofutor should have responded by drawing his blade and attacking Moyu, who had subdued Genthru in one move.
But that terrifying aura rushing at him made Kozofutor vaguely "see" a massive Asura rising from the shadows, a pitch-black longsword in its hand reflecting astonishing killing intent and sharpness.
There had been no chance at all.
Some victories and defeats, some people...
Their outcomes were already decided from the very first second.
Without realizing it, cold sweat seeped profusely across Kozofutor's face.
If there was still any chance, he could only hope his companions had Disengage Spell Cards.
But after several breaths passed, his companions' silent stillness left Kozofutor in utter despair, extinguishing the