The next scene made Eliot shiver with fear.
Ron's clone darted across the battlefield like a phantom, every step precise, every strike devoid of any unnecessary movement.
His face held no expression, as if he were merely carrying out a routine task rather than taking lives.
He approached Holt's clone, who was attempting to manipulate the Earth Elemental Golem for defense.
The golem's fist had just been raised, yet before it could strike, Ron had already flashed in front of Holt's clone.
A swift hand chop, clean and decisive.
Holt's clone's neck snapped in two, the head tilted unnaturally to one side, the light in the eyes quickly extinguishing.
The Earth Elemental Golem, which had been so menacing a moment ago, collapsed into countless pieces of rubble, scattering on the ground.
Ron's clone didn't even pause, already moving towards Trish's clone.
