Sally Strategy

'So that's how it works. The ball wasn't pre-existing—she had materialized it at the moment of impact.' Larry calmly analyzed the situation as the blazing ball hurtled toward him.

Sally's golden eyes remained locked on him, carefully watching his reaction. However, just as the ball was about to connect— Larry suddenly appeared on the other side of the ring. His movement was so fast, so natural, that it was as if he had never been standing in the first spot to begin with.

BANG!

The red ball smashed into the arena floor, leaving behind a small explosion as it rebounded into the air and vanished. A deep scorch mark was left behind, a clear sign of the burn effect. 

"So that one burns…" Biscuit muttered, narrowing her eyes as she observed the battlefield. From that one attack alone, she had already determined several things. Sally was a Materialization-Type Nen user. She had multiple types of tennis balls with different effects. Her attacks weren't just elemental—they carried serious impact. 

While most of the audience focused on the scorched ground, Biscuit's sharp eyes noticed something even more important. The indentation on the floor wasn't small. The tennis ball didn't just burn—it had landed with serious force. "Her attack power is high. If that thing hits someone, it's not just going to burn—it's going to hurt like hell."

That was the second key takeaway. The third realization came from watching the way the ball bounced into the air after impact. Larry had caught onto it as well. "It rebounds…" he muttered to himself.

Sally's materialized tennis balls had two distinct properties—one, they could disappear upon impact, and two, they could rebound after hitting a surface. The difference between the two was crucial. 

The former meant that as long as an opponent was fast enough, they could dodge in a single motion and avoid taking damage.

But the latter?

The moment the ball bounced back, everything changed. Suddenly, attacks could come from any direction, turning the battlefield into a chaotic storm of unpredictable projectiles.

Sally's golden eyes flickered slightly as she absorbed the results of her first exchange with Larry. Her brows furrowed in subtle frustration. Dodging the first ball wasn't a problem. But what bothered her was that she couldn't see how he dodged. It wasn't just a matter of speed there was something unnatural about the way he moved. It didn't feel like a high-speed sidestep or a simple reaction dodge. It felt more like—Teleportation.

A slight frown formed on her lips, but she said nothing. There was no need to dwell on it. The first attack was just an appetizer. Now, the real match begins. Sally's racket blurred through the air, golden strands of her hair catching the light as she moved. Her swings were rapid, precise, and relentless. But what mattered wasn't the motion—it was the result.

In mere moments, tennis balls of all colors flooded the battlefield. Red balls blazed with fire. Blue balls pulsed with cold. Yellow balls crackled with electricity. Each one was launched at different angles, some heading straight for Larry, others ricocheting off the walls and floor, forming an intricate web of multi-directional assaults.

The entire arena became a spectacle—a storm of flying orbs, an inescapable net of destruction. From the audience, spectators held their breath. The sheer volume of the attack made it impossible to dodge conventionally. Some of the balls burned, others froze the air around them. Sparks of electricity crackled, humming ominously as they zipped through the battlefield.

But these were only the visible threats. The real danger lay hidden Five Shadow Balls. Sally knew that Shadow Balls consumed a lot of aura, so she had to be strategic with their placement. One of them trailed directly behind a straight shot, moving in perfect sync with it.

The remaining four lurked in the chaos, bouncing off walls at strange angles, making them nearly impossible to track.

And the best part?

If Larry teleported again, she could adjust the trajectory of the Shadow Balls in real-time. No matter where he reappeared, she would send them right to him. Even if he thought about teleporting behind her She was ready. Shaq's death had erased any trace of arrogance in her. She wasn't making the mistake of underestimating him. To her, Larry wasn't just a strong opponent—he was a potentially stronger enemy.

"Now this is a good move!" Biscuit's wine-red eyes gleamed with excitement as she leaned forward. This was what a real Nen battle should look like.

Unlike Shaq, who wasted his aura on theatrics, Sally strategically combined her Aura with her skills. Her attacks were not only powerful—they were well-structured. Aura-infused tennis balls, combined with expert-level racket handling, turned her ability into something truly dangerous. More importantly She hid her real ace well. 

Biscuit had sharp eyes. Even so, it took her a few glances before she noticed the Shadow Balls. They were faint, nearly invisible. If even she needed to focus to detect them, most fighters wouldn't notice them at all. That meant Sally had mastered concealment. And that, in Biscuit's eyes, was a huge plus.

With several tennis balls closing in on Larry, Sally's breathing grew heavier. Her eyes darted across the battlefield, but her focus kept shifting to one place—her back. If Larry had a teleportation ability, then the most logical place for him to reappear would be directly behind her. "Come on! Where will you hide?!" Her fingers tightened around the handle of her racket, her heart pounding in her chest.

This last attack had drained a huge amount of her aura—more than she wanted to admit. At most, she could only unleash this level of assault two or three more times before running dry. The tennis balls flooding the battlefield were a major drain, but the real culprit was the five Shadow Balls hidden among them. They took far more aura to maintain. 

Sweat dripped from her forehead, rolling down her cheeks and splashing against the floor. Her once pale complexion was now flushed, her face tinged with the exhaustion of a long-distance runner nearing the finish line. But it was worth it.

Against Larry, there was no room for lucky breaks or second chances. She had to go all in. Now— As soon as Larry teleported, she would immediately send her Shadow Balls to strike him down. She was sure of it. She was ready. "Make a move, Larry!" A hint of a victorious smile curled at the corner of her lips— But it never had the chance to fully form. Because the moment she looked back at Larry— Her expression froze. Her mind went blank.