"Sticky Chains!" Trebol roared as he unleashed his unique ability without hesitation—an endless stream of thick, glue-like, dark brown, incredibly slick liquid gushed from his body and shot into the distance at astonishing speed.
The mucus rapidly solidified into round beads in midair, linking tightly together before weaving into a slimy chain that reeked of stench and danger.
As if alive, the chain darted nimbly through the air and lunged straight at its target with suffocating pressure. Anyone unfortunate enough to be struck by it would immediately find themselves unable to break free, as though trapped in a swamp and incapable of moving an inch.
Against any other opponent, such a sudden sneak attack would likely have caught them utterly off guard, leaving them no choice but to surrender.
However, the one facing Trebol was the renowned Moke! More importantly, Moke had been suspicious of this seemingly ordinary enemy from the very beginning. He knew there had to be a massive scheme behind it all, so he remained on high alert and did not relax for even a moment.
In that instant, Moke's figure flashed, and he vanished from where he stood like a phantom. Trebol's carefully planned attack immediately missed, and the sticky chain, finding nothing to latch onto, fell limply to the ground and splashed up filthy droplets.
The next moment, when Moke reappeared in everyone's sight, he was already standing less than a meter in front of Trebol! Trebol's face was filled with shock, his eyes wide as he stared in disbelief at the powerful enemy before him, his heart consumed by fear and despair.
Shusui traced a fierce arc through the air, carrying a bone-chilling cold as it slashed toward Trebol's chest like lightning!
In an instant, a dull thud rang out. A deep wound had