This is not an ambush at all, it's cooperation.
Louis didn't even lift his eyelids, and softly said: "Too noisy."
His tone was as calm as scolding a barking dog.
Just before the claw was about to touch the skin, Balk's movement experienced an extremely slight pause.
That was the signal disconnection generated at the extreme speed between the parasitic brain and the body's nerves.
A physiological BUG of 0.1 seconds that only Louis could foresee.
This is the flaw.
Louis raised his left hand, and dark red Fighting Energy exploded from under his sleeve, muscles instantly blood-filled and swollen.
At the same time, a wisp of greedy dark purple mist slipped through his fingers like a snake opening its mouth.
"Snap."
A crisp sound, and the claw that could cut through steel stopped mid-air.
Louis's hand, unknown since when, had precisely gripped Balk's throat.
