Three clones slowly approached Bunch head-on, their movements textbook-perfect, their openings obvious-this was bait to make him throw a straight punch.
Two clones rushed in from the left, attacking Monster, but their routes deliberately left room to dodge on the right-this was bait to make Monster dodge right.
Four clones leaped down from above, but their landing points were scattered, leaving a gap in the center-this was bait to make Bunch throw an uppercut.
Bunch and Monster were both battle-hardened warriors, and they instinctively recognized the intent to "bait" them in these attacks. But the problem was-in battle, instinctive reactions often came faster than rational thought!
"Hah!" Facing the three clones approaching head-on, Bunch's body had already instinctively prepared to punch! Although he forcibly stopped himself at the last moment, that 0.1-second hesitation was enough for Robin to react.
"Now."
Robin's real body moved.
For the first time, she charged forward on her own initiative. She was not fast, but her timing was frighteningly precise-exactly when Bunch pulled back his fist and his balance wavered slightly! At the same time, drawn by the "baited escape route" on the right, Monster unconsciously moved half a step right, opening a brief gap between him and Bunch.
That gap lasted only 0.3 seconds.
But for Robin, it was enough.
"Cien Fleur: Thousand Wheels Bloom, Lock."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh-!
Within 0.3 seconds, twenty arms sprouted simultaneously from every angle of that tiny gap between Bunch and Monster! These arms were not attacking, but "connecting"-they wound around one another and interlaced, instantly constructing a thick "wall" of arms between Bunch and Monster!
That wall forcibly separated Bunch and Monster, the inseparable pair!
"Not good!" Bunch's expression changed drastically. He tried to force his way through the wall of arms, but it was tougher than