In the midnight battle, the sentinel only heard a low murmur of "Observation Haki" and did not understand what Mirai meant. He only felt the pressure on him suddenly increase sharply.
He was about to drive the kunai in his right hand straight into Mirai's heart, but Mirai seemed to have foreseen it. His left arm swept aside the attack, then stabbed through the opening.
Faced with such a great threat so suddenly, the sentinel was momentarily flustered. He threw himself into a mad flurry of punches and kicks. He barely forced Mirai back, but his shoulder was inevitably pierced.
After surviving the crisis, the sentinel's extreme tension eased slightly. Even his casually flailing hands and feet slowed, and Mirai seized the opportunity. His left hand slipped through a gap and smashed forward in a fist, while his right hand held the kunai at the ready, prepared to replace the left hand's attack at any moment!
"How is this possible?!" The sentinel had no spare breath to speak, but his heart screamed in shock. Just now, he had thought he had figured out his opponent's limits—that they were evenly matched—yet he had been overwhelmed in another exchange. Now, Mirai fought like some old monster who had experienced countless battles of life and death, possessing incomparably rich combat experience. Even in such an intense fight, he could spot his openings at a glance!
"Impossible! No way!" His abdomen took a heavy blow, and the pain that did not strike a vital point only drove the sentinel mad. No matter what weaknesses he had, he simply attacked with all his strength. He completely abandoned defense, trading injury for injury and life for life.
The casualties among his companions, his own life-and-death situation, the abrupt changes before and after... all of it placed