In an instant, Moses retracted all his Aura and even his imposing presence.
The intent to attack,
The sharp black sword,
The Aura flowing across his body...
Everything was retracted and unleashed within a heartbeat.
During this dynamic transition, the sword rose and fell...
Just like that, when time seemed to stop, Moses effortlessly cleaved through Feitan's thin sword.
In fact, for a Nen User, being in Zetsu state is the most vulnerable moment. It's impossible to suddenly switch to Zetsu during combat. After all, it put oneself at risk of losing their life at any time.
However, this extremely risky approach seems to be exactly what Moses needs to do.
Drip, drip-
Blood trickled from a gash on Feitan's cheek and dripped onto the ground.
Ignoring the wound on his face, Feitan had a hard time suppressing the shock in his heart.
As much as he hated to admit it, that slash just now-
For a brief moment, it made Feitan consider abandoning his sword.
However, he quickly adjusted his mindset, steadied his breathing, and raised the broken sword horizontally before his chin, while the index finger of his other hand gently rested on the broken end of the sword.
As someone who enjoyed torturing others with brutal interrogation, Feitan's heart was cold and unyielding.
No matter how fear and weakness manifested before him, he regarded it with the indifference of watching an ant being dismembered into pieces, without any reaction in his heart.
However, Feitan's extreme personality is actually like a tightly coiled spring...
Once the limit was reached, his composed and detached interior would erupt into a burning desire to annihilate everything in his path.
Feitan glared at Moses with a cold gaze.
He was unwilling to accept this.
Moses turned to face Feitan.
To be more precise, he was looking at the wound on Feitan's cheek.
A strand of black tendril was slowly creeping out of the wound, though its spreading speed was extremely slow.
This indicated that Feitan had swiftly calmed himself after his sword was cut off, bringing his emotions into a relatively tranquil state.
This was a bit beyond Moses's expectations.
He thought that the severing Feitan's sword would drive him into a rage, thus accelerating the growth of Kyoka Suigetsu's black tendril.
However, he didn't expect Feitan to calm down so quickly.
'Well, it doesn't matter. This just gives me more time to find the feeling again.'
Moses's expression remained calm as he muttered inwardly.
Then, he slowly raised the black sword as he did before, but did not take the initiative to attack.
The insights and experiences he gained from the 100-Type Guanyin had elevated his swordsmanship to a higher level.
However, precisely because of the 100-Type Guanyin, his attack form has a very strong resemblance to 100-Type Guanyin's style.
From Zetsu to Hatsu, then to the moment of drawing the blade-
This sequence mirrored the prayer gesture the 100-Type Guanyin performed before unleashing a strike.
The difference between the two is that Moses had to bear greater risks.
After all, Moses wielded only a single black sword, unlike the 100-Type Guanyin, which had multiple arms capable of forming near-infinite combinations of offensive and defensive maneuvers.
If Feitan had been faster in their previous exchange, then Moses doesn't have the high tolerance rate brought by the infinite combination of moves like the 100-Type Guanyin.
The most straightforward consequence would have been Feitan killing him with a single slash.
Despite this-
Moses's mind was clear and his mood is steady.
At this moment, he is not afraid of risks and only wants to use Feitan to solidify this elusive state.
When Feitan saw Moses raising the sword, a hint of coldness flashed across his narrow eyes.
Even if the Troupe lost...
He had to win!
Feitan abruptly sprang into action, his figure vanishing like a ghost.
The speed is so fast that he became invisible to the naked eye.
Moses gripped his black sword tightly and instantly entered Zetsu state.
In that moment, everything before his eyes slowed to a crawl.
He could clearly see the dust motes floating amidst the airborne debris and Feitan's faintly blurred silhouette.
[The Fist That Listens to the Heart]
The term inexplicably surfaced in Moses's mind.
Immediately-
Under the state of enlightenment brought by the 100-Type Guanyin, Aura surged from Moses's body, and the black sword that disappeared in an instant reappeared in his hand.
He raised the blade and struck.
The sword, filled with Aura, slashed along Feitan's advancing trajectory.
Feitan's pupils contracted sharply, and he crossed with the black sword light that was coming at him.
Sshhh-
A stream of blood sprayed into the air.
At the next moment, Feitan appeared more than ten meters behind Moses.
There was a tear in his coat at the side of his waist, revealing a vivid red wound beneath.
It was evident-
Feitan was defeated again in this confrontation, and was struck on the waist by Moses's seemingly slow yet swift sword.
Blood flowed out from the wound on Feitan's waist, and thin strands of black tendril silently crept out with the flow, spreading unobtrusively into the surroundings.
Feitan could not see the black tendrils that were quietly spreading, and his eyes filled with killing intent as he glared at Moses.
'What on earth-'
'Was happening?'
When Feitan made his move, he could clearly see Moses closing his Aura Nodes and entered Zetsu state.
At that moment, it should have been easy to pierce Moses's vital points with just a slight thrust of his broken sword.
But how could the Aura that suddenly surged and the black sword that appeared seemingly out of nowhere surpass his speed in such a situation?
Feitan's senses became twisted like a hemp rope, causing his head to be filled with many messy thoughts.
He couldn't comprehend this phenomenon.
More precisely, he had never encountered such a technique before.
Moses slowly turned around and looked at Feitan with calm gaze.
"You're so slow."
He casually swung the black blade.
When Feitan saw Moses's nonchalant look, he felt a surge of inexplicable anger rise within him.
At the edge of the combat zone.
Biscuit couldn't hide her shock as she watched Moses.
Initially, she thought Moses was being reckless, but after witnessing him injure Feitan twice in a row with just two slashes...
Even someone as experienced as Biscuit couldn't help but feel a shiver in her heart.
"The Fist That Listens to the Heart...?"
The way Moses's aura transitioned from stillness to motion reminded Biscuit of something.
If she weren't entirely in her right mind, she might have mistaken Moses for Netero standing there.
After all, that kind of Aura, so still and devoid of any visible flow, combined with the terrifying speed of transitioning from stillness to movement...
Biscuit had only ever seen that in Netero.