Chapitre 170: To Kill A Clown

When Arnold tried to attack the six jesters simultaneously earlier, he noticed a small, almost indiscernible anomaly, but could not be ignored once one had gotten a glimpse of it.

The moment that the six jesters dodged his move, he sensed that one clown among the six somehow seemed more alive than the rest.

It was as if the others were merely soulless puppets that were just moving under somebody else's order and not actual living things.

The tiny detail confirmed that once the true clown was dead, the rest would fall as well.

But he needed to find out which one it was again because he only managed to catch that insight during a split second of the battle.

The jesters had once again blended within its clones. There was no way to differentiate between them just by staring.

Arnold jumped at them as his brass knuckles turned sharper. A white armor materialized around his body and it let out a blinding glow.