Each of the three battlefronts made progress.
Morel's side was as turbulent as raging waves, every blow landing solidly.
Netero's side, meanwhile, simmered with undercurrents, ready to erupt at any moment.
As for Moyu's side—
Ripples rose, only to quickly settle into calm.
Why did this feel boring again...?
As he steadily advanced toward Shaiapouf's clone, Moyu's gaze remained so tranquil that not a single ripple could be seen within it.
He was clearly facing a powerful enemy whose Manifestation Aura alone far surpassed his own, yet he felt neither the peril of walking along a blade's edge nor the thrill of adrenaline surging through him.
Even less so—
Did he feel the drive to seek a way out of a desperate situation.
What exactly was going on...?
Was it because he could not feel even the slightest pressure?
Moyu raised his eyes toward Shaiapouf's clone ahead.
Barring any unforeseen changes, there would be no suspense in how this battle unfolded.
He might not be able to kill Shaiapouf in the end, but Moyu would certainly remain in control the entire time.
A battle whose outcome could be seen at a glance was perhaps the fundamental reason Moyu felt bored once again.
But in the end, it came down to the same thing...
Victory in this assault took precedence over personal pursuits.
Every member of the Chimera Ant Extermination Squad had to fulfill their duty!
Moyu held his blade across his body. Nen coated his surface in a clearly visible layer, while his eyes glowed red and the killing intent emanating from All-Out surged wildly into the sky.
At that moment, Moyu seemed like the true monster on the field.
Shaiapouf's state of mind had already undergone a complete upheaval.
He realized that Fly King and Spiritual Message could not