What surprises me is his skillful manipulation of aura. With my Omnipotent Eyes, I watch the fat vampire expertly wield his limited aura, not letting a single bit of it go to waste despite his small reserve.
Such mastery over his aura... This fat vampire is as strong as I was a few months ago. Heck, I didn't even have this level of refined control back then. I only had the upper hand because of my blood techniques.
Suddenly, the fat vampire begins to move in a mesmerizing way, smashing the moles with his mallets, his eyes closed, while his body maneuvers swiftly, almost as if he's dancing—despite his extremely chubby frame.
"ARRGHHH"
With a sudden ear-splitting scream, the tension in the air suddenly reaches its peak while the game comes to an abrupt halt as the loud sound of a whistle reverberates across the room.
There is a clear winner, one that people didn't expect to win. Of course, it ain't easy to win six hundred million credits—fools.
