All the Way North, Until Dawn

Did Light know what type you were?

Biscuit explained first, then threw out that question, as if she wanted to curse Light to death.

"He didn't."

To spare Light some dignity, Moyu went against his conscience and said so.

With her hands on her hips, Biscuit snapped, "That idiot! That moron! He knew you weren't an Enhancer, yet he didn't know how to adapt when teaching you!"

"Uh, what I just meant was—"

"Shut up. Do you think I can't tell you're lying?"

Biscuit's face darkened.

Moyu's silence when faced with the question had practically told her the real answer.

People who were good at lying were also good at spotting lies.

She was certain of her judgment.

"You're still trying to save face for him at a time like this, but all he left you was a trap."

She struggled to suppress her anger.

Moyu was speechless, unsure what to say.

A few seconds later.

Biscuit calmed down slightly and said irritably, "Forget that idiot. Let's talk about your terrible fighting style."

"Okay."

At that, Moyu immediately straightened his upper body and looked at Biscuit with a focused expression.

Being able to fight a top-tier expert, then receive feedback and guidance afterward...

That was an incredibly valuable experience for him.

Looking at Moyu, Biscuit raised one finger and got straight to the point.

"First, you wanted to catch your opponent off guard, so you planned to close the distance first, then wait for a suitable opportunity during the exchange of offense and defense to use Conjuration on the Shadow Nen Beast. That way, you could pressure your opponent while launching a surprise attack."

At this point, Biscuit shook her head slightly and continued.

"This method of attack is indeed hard to defend against in close combat, but you've overlooked