Number Four, Number Five, and Number Six's eyes narrowed at Asher's ridiculous speed and fluid motion. They couldn't believe what they were witnessing; to them, it seemed utterly impossible. They were overwhelming the boy before them with endless attacks from every conceivable direction, yet he made not a single mistake. He didn't just defend, he also found gaps within their pincer assaults to even counterattack.
And the most shocking part of it all was that he wasn't even augmenting himself with Astra energy. He was matching them purely with his natural physique. Even Number Five, who greatly enjoyed battles and possessed a sharp instinct for combat, could already tell that if this battle continued in its current direction, it would inevitably end in their deaths.
