He was a master of the ancient Bushido technique of the Kendo clan. He leaped forward and attacked Moore, who could only dodge the attack and take a step backward. A grim smile appeared on Moore's face. Before long, both men were locked in a fierce battle, continuously attacking and countering each other's moves. Marcy could only watch in awe as she thought, "Even I would struggle to defeat the shadow master."
As the fight went on, the cocky expression on the shadow master's face faded, replaced by a serious and deadly determination. He could feel himself growing stronger and more skilled with each strike. "I must take this seriously," he thought to himself. After landing a few punches and kicks, he stepped back and said, "It seems I underestimated you. I will need to take you more seriously now." With a confident smile, he drew his sword from under his coat and declared, "This is my moon blade, a katana sword made from a rare metal found in the stars. It has been my trusted companion for many years and will be the one to end your life." With that, he made his move.
He moved with such incredible speed that the naked eye could not even track him. However, Moore responded with a cold laugh and a swift strike of his own, sending the shadow master flying through the air and crashing onto the ground. He let out a pained scream and blood trickled from his nose. Struggling to stand, he said, "It seems I have underestimated you. I won't make that mistake again." With a deep breath, he focused his internal energy and launched himself forward once more.
Meanwhile, in the battle between the West Side gang and the other group, the West Side gang seemed to have the upper hand. Hammer and his men had taken down hundreds of the other gang members. Marcy thought to herself that Hammer seemed to be a skilled fighter. As she watched the battle in front of her, she appeared to be a casual observer, relaxed and unconcerned. Occasionally, she glanced at the scene to give instructions. Hammer wielded a short sword-like weapon, a cross between a sword and a dagger. His gangs carried batons and axes and were highly skilled in using these weapons. In all the previous battle scenes, everyone had been bloody and terrifying.
After lunging forward, the shadow master still could not gain an advantage over Moore. He said to Moore, "You are the strongest opponent I have ever faced. You have my respect. I will defeat you with the ultimate technique of my clan." His movements became even faster, creating a speed mirage. Multiple images of himself surrounded Moore. At this point, even Marcy was terrified, watching the ultimate technique of the kendo clan. Her legs gave out immediately as she yelled, "Watch out!"
The Shadow Master, using his ultimate technique, seemed to have surrounded Moore. He spoke with a smug on his face. "You can't defend what you cannot see, and you can't attack when you don't know which one is real," he taunted. Soon enough, with a loud voice, he yelled, "Time to die." Appearing in the air behind Moore, he was about to strike. Moore, caught off guard, could do nothing but meet his end. Just as the Shadow Master was about to strike, a powerful beam of protective light burst out from Moore. This was Moore's true aura. It burst out with such a powerful force that all the speed mirages were evaporated within a flash, while the Shadow Master was blown away over several meters. He was severely injured, tick blood coming out from his nose, ears, and mouth. The katana sword he was holding landed near Moore. Marcy could not believe her eyes. "What kind of power is this?" she thought to herself. She could only stare at Moore with a shocked expression. The Shadow Master was barely able to move. He had nothing else to give or do. He felt humiliated. The psychological effects of humiliation could provoke a craving for revenge, and some people could feel worthless, hopeless, and helpless, creating suicidal thoughts if justice is not met. There was no justice for him now, only death awaited him. He mustered all his strength and spoke. "You have the aura of an ancient. Only the ancient masters could do that skill you just exhibited." Moore exuded a calm demeanor and slowly walked to where the katana sword was lying, and picked it up. He spoke nonchalantly to the Shadow Master. "How befitting for you to die by your own sword." With that, he strode majestically to where the Shadow Master was lying on the floor.
The Shadow Master took a deep breath, knowing fully well that he was about to die. As an assassin, he had murdered countless numbers of people. Death was no stranger to him, but to think that his own sword would be used to kill him - what an irony, he thought. He gave a long glance at Moore and asked, "Who are you really? Your fighting skills are unparalleled to those of the ancient Grandmaster of legends." Moore was not bothered by the Shadow Master's words. To him, the Shadow Master was already dead. He casually strolled up to him with a katana sword in his arms, waving it in the air as if slicing through the air with it. Moore, still in his trance-like state, spoke maniacally, "Time to die." With that, he took his stance and positioned himself to deliver a deadly strike. Just as he was about to strike, a bright light burst out of nowhere. The intensity of the light was so blinding that Moore and the others were temporarily struck with blindness. After a brief moment, a voice spoke to them, "You cannot kill this man." As Moore began to regain his vision, he was confused and perplexed by the strange voice. He squinted to make out the image of a man or being. It was none other than Ariel, one of the Watchers.