Trash like this was not even worth Lancelot's attention.
He merely glanced casually toward Blueno at his side.
After all, someone of this level did not even have the qualifications to make him personally take action.
Seeing that look, Blueno was inwardly speechless.
He had originally only come up here to watch the excitement.
On top of that, he was still slightly out of breath and clearly had not fully adapted to moving around at such a high altitude.
Yet Lancelot had directly signaled for him to handle it, catching him somewhat off guard.
Blueno groaned inwardly, but he did not have the courage to refuse.
So he braced himself and took a step forward, standing in front of Gedatsu. At the same time, his gaze became sharp.
Although Blueno always appeared cautious and submissive in front of Lancelot, in truth, he was quite confident in his own strength.
After all, becoming a member of CP9 and later joining CP0 was not something an ordinary person could achieve.
The hardship and effort behind that were beyond most people's imagination.
He had stood out from countless candidates to become part of CP9.
He had even survived CP0's pursuit and eventually become a member of CP0 himself. That alone was enough to prove his strength and ability.
Besides, strength was always relative.
In front of a monster like Lancelot, Blueno might indeed seem insignificant. But against other opponents, many people would not even have the right to stand before him.
Blueno: "..."
Just then, Gedatsu suddenly felt an immense pressure descend upon him.
His breathing stopped completely in an instant.
His entire face turned bright red, as though he might suffocate to death at any second.
His body began trembling slightly, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Blueno had never encountered anything like this before.
As an experienced CP intelligence agent, he had completed countless dangerous assassination missions.
His targets had included all kinds of people: high-ranking officials, nobles, pirates, and powerful figures from various factions.
His methods of killing were just as varied—open attacks, covert assassinations, poison, blades, and everything in between.
And yet, when he faced this man before him, Blueno felt an unprecedented sense of confusion and helplessness.
He could not help wondering whether he really needed to make a move himself.
Because judging by the man's current state, it seemed like Blueno would not even need to do anything.
Gedatsu might simply suffocate himself to death.
This was truly the first time in Blueno's life that he had encountered such an absurd target.
What made it even harder for him to accept was that, for someone like him, being assigned such a target felt like an enormous insult.
At that thought, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
It was not only him. Even Lancelot and Urouge, standing nearby, were left stunned and speechless for a long moment.
Lancelot could not help sighing inwardly.
'So people this bizarre really do exist in the world? The fact that he has survived until now is practically a miracle.'
Just then, the men Gedatsu had brought with him suddenly shouted in unison.
"Lord Priest, breathe! Hurry up and breathe!"
That sudden cry jolted the dazed Gedatsu back to his senses as if he had woken from a dream.
"Hoo!"
He sucked in a deep breath, as though he had only just remembered that he needed to breathe.
As that breath entered his lungs, his complexion gradually returned to normal, and his body slowly recovered.
Blueno: "..."
He had now become as calm and detached as a Buddha. Even when he turned his head to look at Urouge, his gaze had grown somewhat strange.
That look seemed to ask, 'Are people from your hometown all this bizarre?'
However, just as a trace of irritation rose in Blueno's heart—because spending even another moment entangled with such an idiot felt like a humiliation to him—Urouge suddenly spoke up from the side to remind him.
"It would be best not to touch those round cloud balls ahead. They are made of Swamp Cloud, one of Sky Island's specialties. Swamp Cloud has the properties of a marsh. Usually, the more you struggle, the deeper you sink. You can think of it like an actual swamp. Once you touch it, you'll be trapped as though you've fallen into real quicksand, unable to break free."
Hearing Urouge's words, the slight contempt on Blueno's face instantly turned into surprise.
Then he became alert.
His expression turned solemn, and a cautious light appeared in his eyes.
In an instant, he had returned to the state of a proper intelligence operative.
Originally, he truly had not taken those cloud balls seriously. In his mind, no matter how unusual clouds were, they were still just clouds.
What real harm could they possibly cause?
Besides, he had already felt that this so-called God must have something wrong with his brain to appoint such trash as a priest.
But now, after thinking about it carefully, appointing such a useless man as a priest might not have been accidental at all.
It could have been a deliberate choice made after careful consideration.
After all, when facing such an unbelievably stupid person, anyone would instinctively look down on him and lower their guard.
Even someone like Blueno, an intelligence agent who had spent years crawling through the underworld, had almost been careless.
What about ordinary people?
And that was exactly what the other side wanted.
Only by making people underestimate the opponent could they lure them easily into the trap and make them fall into that special Swamp Cloud.
In that case, victory could be achieved without even lifting a finger.
The calculation behind it was truly deep.
At that thought, Blueno's vigilance instantly rose to its peak. He no longer dared to be careless in the slightest.
He widened his eyes and carefully examined the path ahead, trying to find a route that could safely pass through.
However, after observing for a while, he was surprised to discover that no matter which route he chose, he would eventually come into contact with Swamp Cloud.
Not only that, Blueno also realized that the other side's sinister cunning did not end there.
Gedatsu had deliberately left several paths that looked safe, as if tempting people to take them.
But in the blind spots and corners of those paths, Swamp Cloud had been quietly placed, hidden like a shadow.
Once someone mistakenly stepped onto one of those routes, the only outcome waiting for them would be to sink into Swamp Cloud with no path of escape.
Blueno even smelled the scent of his own kind in this deep, layered scheme.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold glint flashed through them.
Since he could not go in, then he simply would not go in.
"Rokushiki: Rankyaku!"
Rankyaku was a sharp slashing wave created by kicking at extreme speed, generating a vacuum blade of air to attack the enemy. It could easily split a target in two.
It could be said to be the most destructive technique among the Marine Rokushiki.
It was almost like a flying slash from a swordsman.
Everywhere the Rankyaku slash passed, the cloud balls were cut cleanly in half. Even the cloud layer beneath their feet was sliced open.
Seeing this, Gedatsu's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.
He cried out in shock, "How is that possible?"
Because this method of attack was simply far too shocking.