"Boom!"
In this situation, no one paid attention to the Pisces director's "announcement" anymore. As soon as the combat dream realm expanded, nearly half of the cleaners charged toward the arrogant figure in the center of the field.
"Leon Laine!"
Accompanied by an angry shout, a slender figure instantly elongated, crossing more than seven hundred meters in the blink of an eye to reach Leon.
The figure, faster than its voice, known as "Silver Shadow," instantly shifted from extreme motion to complete stillness. It extended its right hand, covered in silver scale armor, reaching toward Leon's throat, scolding angrily:
"You are nothing but..."
"Hello, goodbye."
Nodding toward the cleaner whose branch was unknown, with a gentle smile, Leon ignored the hand reaching for his throat and retaliated with a simple slash.
Ha, fool!
