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A flood of cards got ripped away in seconds. Feitan's face stayed blank, but Phinks felt the ground shifting under them.
Not triggering [Leave] right away might've been the worst call they could've made.
Could they even trigger it now?
Phinks's eyes flicked to Ronin's other hand—the one holding the [Gate] card. That thing was built to shut down any spell cards the other side tried to drop.
They'd been too loud hauling in cards. Someone had been waiting for the right moment to pounce.
Time to see who was actually better at this game.
Phinks rolled his shoulders. After getting his arm locked up like that, he already knew the score. Ronin didn't just know his ability—he had a way to shut it down cold.
This was going to be ugly.
The main threat had to shift to Feitan now.
Phinks was still running the two-on-one math in his head when a familiar silhouette stepped out of the crowd. He didn't know the guy's name, but he'd seen him back in Meteor City. Another one of those street rats.
The newcomer didn't say a word. He just pulled a spell card and activated it.
"[Migration] on Feitan. Destination: Shufurabi," Shizuku said, right on cue. The timing was perfect—Feitan and Phinks had already lost their first chance to counter.
No defensive cards went off. Ronin had them pinned.
The spell fired clean. Feitan's fist clenched, but there was nothing he could do.
Shizuku followed up immediately with another card. She gave Ronin a quick nod, then triggered it. "[Magnetic]. Target: Phinks."
Ronin watched the two of them vanish, then turned his full attention back to Feitan.
He knew the little bastard wasn't going anywhere. If anything, Feitan was already hunting for the perfect counter. Still, Ronin spoke anyway. "Don't bother running. I've got [Gate]. You won't get the chance to pop a spell card."
"I wasn't planning to run," Feitan said, flicking his thin sword once. He kept his eyes low, easily avoiding direct contact with Ronin's. Height difference made it simple. "You're the one who should be thinking about getting out of here."
Ronin knew the score. Fighting Feitan in a crowded area was asking for trouble. If he didn't drop the guy in one clean shot, that full-power explosion could turn everything in a wide radius into a graveyard.
He pulled another spell card. "[Accompany]. Target: the clearing outside town."
The spell pulled everyone within twenty meters. Right now that was just Feitan.
Feitan didn't even try to dodge. Ronin wasn't giving him the opening anyway.
Nikens watched from the crowd, feeling like a glorified errand boy. The two sides had just gone off like bombs, and he was the one left holding the bag while they stripped the killers clean.
He didn't hate the feeling.
Especially after seeing that kind of power up close. Him and the rest of the raid party weren't even in the same league. Without Kurapika's crew showing up, they would've been walking straight into a slaughter.
The killers were probably finished now. Nikens had walked away with two solid specified pocket cards and a couple spell cards. Not a bad haul.
He hoped Kurapika's group came out on top.
They actually talked like reasonable people. They didn't kill for fun. There might even be room to work with them later. According to Kurapika, they were on Battera's payroll too.
Still, Nikens had heard the rumors. Ronin had already kicked several other hired players out of the game. That made him wonder if this whole thing was also some kind of test—see who was worth keeping around.
If that was the case, once the killers were gone, the real problem was going to be surviving whatever came next.
Nikens decided he needed to talk to Genthru. He activated [Communication].
Meanwhile, Lev was already falling out of the sky above Andoniba, still wrapped in black flames.
The Amaterasu wasn't just eating through his battle suit. It was chewing straight into the aura cloaking it.
That same searing heat hit him again, and the fear came rushing back.
He'd already run through every counter he could think of. Rip the manifested armor off fast. Strip his [Ten] in one go and let the aura carry the flames away with it. Force the fire into one spot with aura and sacrifice that chunk of his body if he had to.
Everything had to happen fast. Before the flames spread everywhere.
While he was still trying to burn the fire off himself, other players started dropping in around him.
They didn't get close. They just activated spell cards and started looting him on the spot.
Lev had never imagined a day when he'd be the one getting robbed. But every ounce of focus was on the black flames eating into him. He couldn't spare the attention to stop them.
Cards vanished from his book one after another. More players kept landing, and the attacks shifted from just stealing cards to hitting him directly.
His manifested armor detonated outward in every direction.
The suit wasn't sealed tight. Lev needed airflow through the vents to power his battle dance. When the pieces blew off, tiny sparks of black flame stayed behind in the gaps and immediately reignited across his skin.
This time was different from the last.
Machi had torn everything off in one brutal yank before. That had taken the flames with it. Now it was just scattered embers, and they were spreading across Lev's body at a terrifying speed.
The fire was still only burning through his [Ten] for now.
If he could rip his [Ten] off in one clean burst, the Amaterasu would go with it.
He started the motion—stripping the aura layer away in one go.
A bullet screamed in and punched straight through the exact spot where the black flames were clinging to his aura coat.
The [Ten] peeled off his body in an instant.
The bullet hit the floating layer of aura dead center, right where the flames were still burning.
"No—!"
Lev's scream came out raw and panicked.
Too late.
The bullet, wrapped in black fire, tore through the aura coat and slammed into the body underneath—completely unprotected.