"Good job."
Moriarty said and high-fived Ambrose.
Ambrose, after high-fiving, sat down on the ground and sighed heavily.
"I'll leave it to you."
"Nn." Moriarty nodded and approached the gate with a serious gaze.
As he stepped closer to the gate, his aura again became overwhelmingly intense.
"I am sorry, shit…" Penguinstrike muttered to Foxbreath with a defeated look.
"I'll finish this." Foxbreath said seriously. "I don't know what trickery that bastard used, but I'll win!"
"Good luck; you can do it!"
Penguinstrike cheered him on and went to stand by the sidelines, watching Foxbreath with a mix of hope and worry.
Foxbreath stopped and took a deep breath. His shoulders tensed, and his hidden muscles rippled.
His fingers wrapped around his longsword's hilt and squeezed tight.
The longsword trembled in his grip as if it were vibrating like a tuning fork.
'What is the trick behind the cheating?'
