As Moyu rapidly closed in, precisely firing Nen Bullets, Wutong was undoubtedly taken aback, instantly realizing something.
That was—
The monster-like man before him possessed more than twice as much Manifestation Aura as they did.
But why had he not taken a more forceful approach?
The question flashed through Wutong's mind, but before he could ponder it, the immense pressure bearing down on him forced him to concentrate even harder.
"I have to stop his momentum...!"
Wutong knew exactly what he needed to do. He gritted his teeth and increased both the firing speed and power of the coins.
However, it was meaningless.
In roughly a second, Moyu shot forward like an unstoppable sword, cutting through every obstacle in his path and arriving before Wutong.
Rather than launching a tangible attack, he placed his outstretched palm over Wutong's hands, which were gathered with Nen.
"Hm!?"
Wutong was stunned.
And in that instant, he suddenly sensed something was off.
Where were my colleagues?
Why weren't they doing anything?
As that question arose in Wutong's mind, he caught sight of only one colleague still standing in the field from the corner of his eye.
But the next instant, that colleague seemed to suffer some unknown attack. He toppled to the ground and instantly went motionless.
This—
What exactly was going on?
Who had attacked the colleagues in the field?
Even as countless questions and shock battered Wutong's thoughts, he felt a savage impact strike his abdomen.
The sudden pain and force made his body fold over sharply.
Before he could determine what kind of attack he had suffered, the intense agony knocked him unconscious.
Yet before darkness swallowed his awareness, Wutong vaguely understood one thing.
The monster of a man before him had held back...
Otherwise, they would have been beneath notice,