Chapter 204: Everyone’s Enemy (3)
The factions of Liqueur didn’t dare challenge Keter and Stella relying on numbers alone. No matter how often they dismissed Keter’s strength, saying they avoided him because he was annoying rather than frightening, they still acknowledged it deep down. Keter might not be the most powerful warrior alive, but he was someone who would not die easily.
Stella, on the other hand, was simply strong. Many had witnessed her wrap her whip in an Aura Laser, a symbol of a Grandmaster. Overwhelming her with sheer numbers alone was impossible.
Thus, they prepared their own trump cards to deal with them. To counter Stella, the whip-user, they had recruited five whip masters, each a five-star Master. To face Keter, renowned for his mastery of dual daggers and martial arts, they gathered four specialists in extreme close-quarters combat.
One of them even came from the Red Eye Gang: Cataract, the one who had boldly declared to Keter that it would be his death day. Together, this four-man squad was each fighters of executive-level caliber. He grinned confidently, rolling up his sleeves to reveal faint cracks along his forearms. He formed a triangle with his fingers, and the cracks split open.
What had seemed like cracks were actually eyes. They opened, their eyeballs rolling around to prove they were neither fake nor illusions. He had one on each palm, three on each forearm, and another on his forehead. With his regular two eyes, Cataract now had a total of eleven eyes.
Ohhh... I can feel it... everything in this world... I can see the flow of air, the grains of mana... even the thoughts of those worthless insects...
This was no exaggeration. With nine additional eyes on his body, Cataract now had vision surpassing human limits. Not only did he have no blind spots, but some of the eyes functioned like those of nocturnal creatures or animals that sensed body heat.
Hehehe... and these are just side benefits. The real ability is the power to see through everything.
Keter was exceptional in close combat. This wasn’t just that he was technically skilled; it meant that he was good at psychological games. In particular, his fighting style excelled at deceiving the senses, especially sight. Thus, an opponent who could observe him from multiple angles would have no reason to lose in close quarters, as they would see every move he made.
Even without the eyes, Cataract was a martial artist—a Master-level fighter from the Samael Empire. In pure hand-to-hand combat, he believed he could match Keter. Now, with the eyes granted by Maran, he was certain he could not lose.
Still, even confident Cataract had one lingering doubt.
Rumor has it that Keter switched to using a bow. That has to be a bluff. He’s insane enough that it might be true, but even then, it’s been less than half a year. No one could master archery in just half a year.