At this moment, emerald-colored luminous butterflies were dancing around Aiven, and his body began to gradually fade, as if about to merge into the air.
"Heh, I didn't expect Hawkins to be so impatient. I thought he would at least start with a few conventional moves by force just for appearances' sake."
However, Aiven could also understand Hawkins's choice.
Since the "Ilya Republic" needed to achieve the feat of one against five with its own strength, it naturally had to leverage its greatest advantage. An orderly confrontation of forces was obviously inadvisable.
The art of war itself is about creating local superior forces, to win more with less and to overpower the weak with the strong. The Extraordinary World is the same; capturing the opponent's weak points to expand one's own advantage is the correct strategy.
Finally, he turned his head to look at the three gray-robed men standing with Anita, his voice a bit cold:
