Chapter 187 Falling Into The Hands Of A Very Very Petty Man



"Oh! I am only accessing your movement technique. It is funny how even though you are on one leg, you can still display it so accurately. In fact, one might say that it is rather very incredible how you do it."

She only had to raise her head a bit to see the look in her eyes and realize that Lenny was not lying. He could now see through her.

He now had a hold of her movement technique. 

The first time she displayed it, it was difficult for his eyes to follow it especially because of their difference in level. But as time went on, and he watched the battle between her and Razor, he fully grasped it. 

From the moment Lenny entered the bar and sat in between Razor and Manta, he had a rough guess of who they were.

Although he was not aware that they were Magistris, he had a rough sense of their capabilities. 

This could be traced back to that night in Dinning hall when A222 was explaining the different gladiators of different Arena masters and the ones he was to watch out for when he got into the Dungeon. 

They were many Gladiators that covered their faces and did not want to reveal themselves. 

Of course, Manta was one of them.

However, Lenny noticed that the Arena master had a kind of defining influence on the kind of gladiators that was produced in their various Arenas. A unique trait, if he were to say.

In fact, it was so unique that Lenny could tell that it was only Cuban's gladiators that had true diversity.

An example would be the fact that almost if not all of Basit's Gladiators had the Reptoid nature.

In one way or the other, they had something connecting them to common reptiles.

This included D455 which he Skinned back at the hanger as revenge for D800's death.

For some, it was the eyes, for others, skin and even a tail. 

Some even had the full package as Razor did. 

This was the same for gladiators that were under Lady Hanger. 

These gladiators had incredible stealth abilities. 

They avoided fights as much as possible and could merge with their environments to perfectly hide themselves. 

If they were in Lenny's previous lives, they would have made for very fine assassins. 

Even the patience they displayed was incredible. 

It was so good that they held back from attacking Lenny and his teammates, one of them even becoming a stool when Lenny and his teammates watched the torture of E666.

Back then, noticing their presence was only by the Perception ability, and of course, Using Surveyor on his environment. Even though he did not see them, their Stats appeared above their heads.

Even they could not fool the Satan system.

Lenny had waited patiently, thinking that they were going to launch a surprise attack, but to his surprise, they did no such thing. 

It was a little disappointing at the time. 

It would have made for an embarrassing slaughter.

Thinking this far, it allowed Lenny to watch Manta's fighting style from a different perspective.

After all, she was a Magistri under Lady Hanger.

If all Lady Hanger's Gladiators had the ability to hide their presence, didn't that mean that her Magistri would have a similar or even better skill?

It was not hard for Lenny to observe from this perspective and figure out her secret.

He even turned on Surveyor when watching her fight with Razor.

However, he noticed something that he played over and over again in his head.

Whenever Manta moved, she did not just move. 

The surveyor for a split second would not show her stats and then it would show it again.

This was a very unique ability.

It was one that Lenny had never seen before.

Of course Half-borns had all sorts of abilities. What they got from their Demon parents was not their choice, but a gift from their Bloodline. 

What Manta had was not just the ability to hide her presence, but the ability to actually teleport.

It was very brief and she could only use it about two times in the max in an interval of precise seconds, and only in a defined space. This was space that Lenny measured with his eyes throughout the fight with Razor.

Every time she had used the ability, he had calculated it.

With such an ability, it was already a miracle that Razor lasted as long as he did. 

Truly, having a True-name came with incredible benefits. If Razor had been any other Half born, even though he was rank 4 of the Lesser demon ranks, he would have not been able to even touch Manta, dying only after a few strikes.

This for Lenny was an incredible discovery.

It all of a sudden made sense. 

After all, even Razor kicked against the ground every time he moved. 

The muscles on his legs would contract and relax. 

But nothing of such happened When Manta moved. 

Every time she closed the distance between Razor and herself, she used this ability.

However, she only pushed it to the extreme when she made that last attack against the Reptoid opponent.

A burst in attack, that Lenny could tell took a significant toll on her.

Lenny could imagine that this ability could actually get stronger if, and only if Manta grew in strength.

With such an ability and the pride of being the best, it was no wonder she was a Magistri.

Unfortunately, she had to mess with Lenny. 

While Lenny looked at her with a smile on his face, she tried to reach for him one more time, but he caught her hand. The Manta before him did not have the strength and capability that a rank 5 lesser demon should have. 

"Manta, if you had decided to just let me come and take the feathers, I wouldn't mind leaving you alone." As he said this, he bent her hand. The sound of breaking bones could be head as he applied some force and ripped it out of her shoulder.

As he did, he chuckled lightly, "Unfortunately for you, I pride myself in my ability to be a very very Petty man..."