Nighttime, Horseshoe City, bedroom of the City Lord's Manor.
As the night wore on, the moon gradually moved westward, its bright light illuminating one corner of the room through the gaps in the window.
By the bed, two figures had appeared before the luxurious bed like ghosts at some unknown time. Standing on either side, they studied the sleeping figure sprawled across it while raising the wooden clubs wrapped in strips of wood in their hands.
Then they brought them down with savage force!
"!"
At the same time, Major General Tony, immersed in his dreams, seemed to sense something. His steady snoring stopped abruptly.
The instant the two shadows struck toward his forehead, he snapped his eyes open.
Then, without hesitation, he activated his technique.
"Shock!"
"Crack!"
As dazzling white light enveloped Major General Tony, the sound of splintering wood and the tremors caused by the impact filled the entire room the next second.
Wood chips and torn feathers scattered through the air like exploding fireworks, obscuring everyone's vision.
Yet Major General Tony, who had launched that counterattack, did not even have time to think before springing up and rapidly retreating toward the corner.
Almost the instant he escaped, a broken wooden spike slammed into the metal frame of the bed right before his constricted pupils.
Listening to that dull impact, Tony had no doubt.
If he had not moved in time, that blow would have crippled his arm on the spot.
"Who goes there?!"
Tony looked at the shadow before him in shock and fury. Just as he was about to activate the communication device at his waist and alert the soldiers to an enemy attack—
The next second, he suddenly felt an enormous force smash into his neck.
"Bang!"
"Crack!"
The blow sent Tony crashing hard into