Seven puppets, gripping the Seven Unparalleled Divine Swords, sprang into action simultaneously. Seven different auras intertwined, forming a grand net rushing toward Fatty. There was no extravagant display of colors, nor a monumental momentum. The seven differing precious knives galloped forward, their foot-long knife rays killing all lines of retreat for Fatty. The seven puppets, like brothers born of the same mother, coordinated flawlessly.