“Fire!” ordered the second squad leader. All the long-range members, whether gun users or magic users, had already aimed their attacks at the sky. At the same time, the fourth squad, responsible for healing, didn’t even need instructions—they had already started frantically healing the knights of the first squad, healing as if their lives depended on it. Because what came next was the critical moment.

“Form up!” came another order from the first squad leader. The circle of knights stepped forward in unison, finally gathering beneath the soaring Lord Northhill. Then, they all raised their shields, forming a massive barrier, and activated every defensive skill they had to boost their damage absorption.

The Blue Brook Pavilion’s knights were going to take Lord Northhill’s blow head-on. They intended to block his Shattering Stone Earthsplitter with the knights’ formidable defenses, intercepting it in midair.

The wide-area damage of Shattering Stone Earthsplitter needed to be transmitted through the ground. With the knights holding up their shields like this, the shockwave was still there, but compared to being transmitted through the ground, the damage would be reduced by seventy percent.

So as long as they withstood this blow, the team’s overall rhythm wouldn’t be disrupted, and they could kill Lord Northhill before he could unleash another ultimate move.

He descended!

Lord Northhill wielded a heavy hammer—a weapon not found in any class—but his style was that of a swordsman. This Shattering Stone Earthsplitter was an infinitely enhanced version of the Berserker’s “Earthsplitter.” Now, as he came down, he crashed straight into the massive shield formed by the eight knights.

Clang!

A deafening crash, so loud it made everyone’s eardrums throb. At the same time, a blinding flash of light erupted.

Henry Clark’s Soksar was circling around, watching for any flaws in the eight knights’ formation. Suddenly, he saw a figure darting toward the center of the collision.

“Damn it, who is that!!” Henry Clark cursed immediately. It was nowhere near time to attack yet—who from which team was so impatient? The light was too blinding for Henry Clark to see the ID above the person’s head.

What happened next drove Henry Clark even crazier. The person who charged in suddenly slashed out a cold gleam, which landed on one of the eight knights.

That knight was instantly knocked into the air, then shredded by a wave of force—a Wave Slash!

“Shit, there’s a mole among us!!” Henry Clark roared, but right now, the mole wasn’t the main issue.

Lord Northhill’s Shattering Stone Earthsplitter was still clashing with the eight knights, but now there was suddenly a gap.

The arrangement of the eight knights was crucial—one extra and the circle couldn’t form, one less and the damage couldn’t be fully shared!

Although the eight-man formation had already absorbed part of the damage, making it impossible for all eight to be instantly killed, the collision wasn’t over yet. With a sudden gap, the power of Shattering Stone Earthsplitter immediately poured into the opening!

“Hold the line!” Only now did Henry Clark realize that the first thing he should have warned everyone about wasn’t the mole.

The other seven knights hurried to cover the gap, but it was already too late. Even though the impact was now redirected and much of the force had been absorbed, it still resulted in a situation Blue Brook Pavilion hadn’t anticipated.

The seven knights, struck by the force leaking through the gap, were all knocked off their feet, as if swept away by a wave. The residual power that leaked through the gap continued to display the Earthsplitter’s characteristics, transmitting through the ground in a broken, incomplete way.

But at this point, there was no turning back.

“Hold the line, attack!” Henry Clark commanded, going for a forceful kill.

The healers instantly became the busiest people on the field. Because the residual power wasn’t enough for a one-shot kill, and the incomplete transmission through the ground meant the attacks were scattered—some places hit, others not…

Attackers from each team dodged as best they could while launching attacks, and the healers scrambled to keep up, barely managing to hold things together.

Henry Clark was shouting and typing at the same time, feeling like even that wasn’t enough—he wished he had another way to command. In the midst of this barely controlled chaos, Henry Clark suddenly spotted that same figure from before!

That guy, after causing such a mess, was still here? Still hiding among the crowd?

Noisy Night Rain!

Henry Clark quickly memorized the character’s name, then checked the class—a swordsman.

When did he show up?

Henry Clark realized he had absolutely no recollection of this person. He didn’t know him, and such an unfamiliar name—when did he slip in among them without anyone noticing?

And now?

Henry Clark realized that, aside from himself, no one else had noticed the swordsman’s presence. Everyone was too busy dealing with the chaos to pay attention to anything else.

No… it wasn’t just that simple!

Henry Clark noticed that the swordsman was still moving, still repositioning. This guy… even managed to land a hit on Lord Northhill, and not a single Blue Brook Pavilion player noticed. It was as if he were invisible.

Of course, he wasn’t actually invisible—he was just expertly exploiting every gap. In the midst of this chaos, he could instantly spot the spots where no one would notice him.

Impressive, huh?!