In Satotz’s case, information was his greatest on. The moment someone knew how Field Imitator worked, its effectiveness dropped drastically. Operators were often like this—their strength relied oion. Piyon assumed Satotz wouldn’t st until reinforts arrived, so she worked quickly to find a way to turn the fight around.

  But then— A small mistake. It was barely noticeable. A split-sed dey in Satotz’s movement. But that was all Wrath needed. "Hahahaha! What a shame! You slipped up!" Wrath’s wild ughter echoed through the cavern. His entire body fred with blood-red aura, his presence like a rampagi.

  He saening—And he didn’t hesitate. BAM! His fist tore through the air, heading straight for Satotz’s exposed side.

  "Damn!" Satotz’s pupils shrank. Instinct took over. He poured every ounce of aura into his left shoulder, reinf it just in time to lessen the blow.

  BOOM!

  Wrath’s devastating punch ected ly, sending shockwaves through Satotz’s entire body. The impact sent him flying backward, f him to skid across the ground before he could finally stop. But he had used the momentum of the hit to lessen the impact. If he had taken that attack without reinfort, his entire shoulder would have beeroyed. Instead, he only suffered a minor wound—a tear in his suit, some blood dripping down his arm, but nothing too severe.

  "Heh. Not bad." Wrath rolled his shoulder, still grinning. "You got some skills, huh? I like that." His blood-red aura surged again, strohan before. "Alright. I’ll get serious this time."

  Satotz exhaled slowly. His usual calm, refined demeanor was gone. His normally pristine, well-tailored suit now had a rge tear in the shoulder, and his left sleeve was stained with blood. But more importantly— His expression had ged. His usual charming smirk had vanished. His eyes were now filled with cold calcution.

  Satotz could tell right away— Wrath’s aura hadn’t diminished. It had beeored. His first assumption had been that Wrath’s ability was just simple healing. But no—the amount of aura he regained was far greater than expected. "This is worse than I thought…" Cold sweat dripped down Satotz’s forehead. His inal pn was ruined. His idea had been to drain Wrath’s stamina and then lock him down with his Nen ability when the moment was right. But now… Winning was out of the question. Now, his only option was to stall until reinforts arrived.

  Piyon , still analyzing on her phone, had been watg the fight closely. She had no idea what Satotz’s ability was, but she could tell from his expression— He had abahe idea of winning. He was now just trying to buy time. Her fingers moved even faster. Her emergency signal had already bee. But reinforts wouldn’t arrive immediately. They needed minutes. Could Satotz st that long? She had to help. Even if she couldn’t fight, even if she wasn’t strong enough, she could still do something. She ched her phoightly. She would not stand by and do nothing. Not while her friends were in danger.

  Satotz had switched to a pletely defeance. Before, he had fought like a raging bull, trading blows head-on. Now, he moved like a nimble monkey, slipping through the gaps in Wrath’s attacks with fluid, almost unnatural agility. Larry couldn’t help but wonder—‘had Satotz practiced yoga?’

  Time and time again, Wrath’s fists barely missed their mark, only for Satotz to escape at the st sed with evasive movements that defied on logic. Larry gathered his thoughts. The battle between Satotz and Wrath was certainly inte his real was Envy. The thin, corpse-like man had been watg him the eime. Not just watg—staring. "Ke ke ke ke ke..." A sloy ugh echoed through the dark cave. It was Envy. His voice was dry and cracked, his hoarse ughter sending an eerie chill through the air. "So, you really wao py too, huh...?" Ign Wrath’s ongoing fight, Envy took a step forward, his siriangur eyes log onto Larry.

  Each step he took was slow, deliberate, as if sav the moment. From his perspective, Satotz—the stro of the three—was already occupied. That left only Piyon and Larry. And since Piyon wasn’t a fighter, that meant Larry was pletely helpless. In other words—easy prey. To him, Gengar’s earlier Shadow Ball had been nothing more than a fluke—a weak, meaningless attack that hadn’t impressed him in the slightest.

  The moment Envy stepped into the fight, both Piyon and Satotz's faces darkened. Wrath alone was already too much for them to hahey had only mao survive this long by dragging the fight out. Now, with Envy joining in, they had ehe worst-case sario. Two members of the Seven Deadly Sins, fighting together. Piyon stopped typing on her phone, her fingers freezing mid-motion. For the first time, she felt helpless. She had hoped ero’s reputation would be enough to keep her out of harm’s way. But that meant nothing for Larry or Satotz. Her brain raced, searg for any possible strategy. Nothing. There was no solution. No way out. She g Larry—who still looked pletely indifferent. And in that moment— She made her decision.

  "Piyon , what are you doing?" Larry raised an eyebroiyon suddenly stepped in front of him. She spread her arms slightly, shielding him from Envy’s approach. Her left hand formed a palm, while her right hand gripped her phoightly in a bat stance. A small but solid burst of aura erupted from her. "What else?" She took a deep breath and tightened her stance. "I'm proteg my friend."

  Envy’s ughter erupted again, sharper this time, like the cag of a dying bird. "Ke ke… A friend, you say?" His expression twisted into something even mrotesque. "Fine. I won’t kill you… but I’ll make sure you suffer while you ‘protect’ your little friend."

  From beh his robe, dozens of writhing, multicolored snakes slithered out. Some crawled from his sleeves. Others poured out from under his cloak like a living flood.

  Eae was not a real snake— But a maed Ne, posed of pure, lethal poison. Venomous King Snakes One of Envy’s deadliest creations. Formed from trated toxins mixed with aura, they could deliver instah with a sie.

  As the swarm of snakes surged toward them, Piyon ’s heart ched. Her body screamed at her to run— But she stood firm. Then— Larry’s voice cut through the air. "Gardevoir. Calm Mind. Teleport."

  In the blink of an eye, Piyon found herself somehow behind Larry. Before she could even process what had happehe swarm of snakes shattered mid-air. The venomous creatures exploded into shimmering fragments of heir remains dissolving into nothingness. Piyon ’s eyes widened in shock.