Grey Raven

The fire on the blade had barely lit when the first platform seemed to have its master switch flipped.

Black Gold patterns spread from the doorway, crawling across the floor, walls, and dome at once. No longer bothering to disguise themselves, the lines directly boxed everyone into separate zones.

Uvogin had barely taken a step forward when his knee suddenly sank.

Boom!

The floor tiles beneath him exploded, and half his leg sank into the ground.

Uvogin glanced down, veins bulging on his neck.

"Adding weight to me?"

He forcibly pulled his foot free. When his second step landed, another section of the platform collapsed.

Nobunaga had it even worse.

His sword had already left its sheath three times.

Every time the flash of his blade was about to strike a Holy Knight in the chest, a layer of Black Gold ripples deflected it by half an inch.

Half an inch was not much.

It was enough for those iron shells to avoid their vital points.

Nobunaga's face darkened considerably.

"This thing's damn tough."

With a curl of Machi's fingers, her Nen Threads had barely touched a crack in the wall before several sound waves twisted them apart.

The severed Nen Threads did not dissipate. Instead, they followed her Nen back toward her.

Machi immediately cut the connection.

"Don't touch the walls."

A pale golden fragrant mist rose around Hisoka.

As soon as the scent curled around him, the cards in his hand spun faster, and the fighting spirit in his body was stirred higher.

Hisoka looked down at his hand and clicked his tongue softly.

"Prepared especially for me? How thoughtful."

Feitan stood beside him with an umbrella and kicked him squarely in the back.

"Wake up."

Hisoka sidestepped the kick, his smile fading slightly.

"You're so rude."

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