"...Oh, our poor 'Griever's Hand', known as the top assassin in the Southwest Mountains, has now found himself in a stalemate. Facing that pitiful female ghost across from him, he seems completely unable to move; his once-prideful technique of killing with each step now utterly incapable of breaking through his opponent's approach. What about his teammates? Someone save him..."
If at first everyone was confused as to why this contest was designed as a "cooperative," requiring forced teaming,
when did the God of Martial Fight become so benevolent?
But when the scene before their eyes unfolded, everyone understood...
".....Oh, his pitiful teammate has also fallen into a stalemate, such bad luck, facing a lord-level 'Ximu Ear Protozoan.' Let me explain briefly, this thing is a specialty of certain exotic marshes, its characteristic is..."
"Boom!"
The powerful warrior's heavy punch hit the stinky, mushy monster, but it was outright ignored.
