He found me?!
The furious member of the Death Poetry Society froze, then immediately left the [Exquisite Puppet] and returned to his own body to check his surroundings.
The entire process took an instant.
Nor did it produce any unusual sounds.
But this time...
Arthur really had found him!
About twenty meters beneath his feet, the deathly aura had just stirred slightly.
For the vast majority of people, that disturbance might as well not have existed.
Even a member of the Death Poetry Society would have struggled to detect it.
But to Arthur, who possessed the [Breath of Death] talent and had been exercising extreme restraint while absorbing the deathly aura, it was unmistakable-as obvious as someone scratching the soles of his feet.
At once, the rats searching underground had a direction and began frantically digging toward it.
Horton immediately noticed.
The member of the Death Poetry Society was both shocked and furious.
Only now did he realize that he had been tricked again.
Arthur hadn't actually found him earlier.
But compared with what had just happened, this discovery didn't concern him much. He still had defensive trump cards.
Instead, he was more concerned about their high-card contest.
How could he possibly have lost?
He wouldn't lose!
With those doubts in mind, the member of the Death Poetry Society took control of the [Exquisite Puppet] again-
"As expected of the opponent I respect most.
How did you do it?"
There was no trace of anger or panic on his face. His question sounded sincere.
Without a doubt, he had defenses set up underground.
Arthur wasn't surprised.
If he hadn't, Arthur would have wondered whether he'd been looking in the wrong place.
After all, overhead, amid deathly aura so thick it resembled dark clouds, there was also a "person" hovering in