My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS Chapter 175 - 125: Torrential Rain, Tokyo, Bloody Storm Auct

Unless he can seize the mont during that split-second of ti suspension to instantly kill Urushibara Osamu, he would never be able to touch Urushibara Osamu’s body.

So, he turned his target towards the three mbers of the auction house.

At this mont, after hearing Urushibara Osamu’s analysis, the mbers silently distanced themselves from Ghost Bell.

They all knew that the next ti suspension was approaching. They dreaded that during that split second of ti suspension, their lives would be claid by this utterly unreasonable monster.

A few seconds later, the clock struck again, a rcury hue enveloping the entire world.

The other mbers were too far apart, even if the shadows pursued them, they would be scattered in their positions—Ghost Bell had to protect both the "Clock Tower" and Blue Arc simultaneously; pursuing actively in this premise was definitely not a wise choice.

Thus, Ghost Bell chose to take a gamble and continued to attack the closer Urushibara Osamu. He controlled the shadows to leap and soar towards the crystal chandelier on the do, swiping the wrist blade towards Urushibara Osamu’s leg.

The next mont, ti resud its normal flow.

As expected, Urushibara Osamu transford into a scatter of crow feathers and appeared five ters directly in front of Ghost Bell.

"Only know how to hide like a cockroach?" Ghost Bell mocked word by word, slowly lowering his gaze towards Urushibara Osamu ahead.

Urushibara Osamu also slowly lifted his head, his deep-set eyes eting Ghost Bell’s gaze.

"Why not, take a look behind you?" he suddenly suggested.

Behind?

Ghost Bell frowned. It was then that he suddenly realized there was an extra kind of cold, emotionless killing intent in the auction house, like that of a seasoned ninja, only releasing the killing intent at the mont of action.

Thus, Ghost Bell looked back abruptly, and imdiately stiffened all over.

At this mont, a man in a jet-black ninja outfit was kneeling on the ground, his katana resting against Blue Arc’s neck.

"You bastards..." Ghost Bell’s face twitched.

His attention had been entirely on the three mbers and the brigade leader, so he completely overlooked that Oda Takashige had been hiding in the auction house.

Concealing aura, waiting for the chance to act, striking the opponent’s head the mont he steps out of the shadows, deciding victory in a single move—this is the style a battle-hardened ninja should have. At this mont, Oda Takashige ended the battle.

"If in a one-on-one fight, your only weakness might be that Clock Tower," Urushibara Osamu lowered his eyes and toyed with a deck of cards, "But unfortunately, your recent performance exposed another weakness. And that is..."

He paused: "Blue Arc."

Ghost Bell twisted his neck, his expression dark as he fixed his gaze on Oda Takashige, then looked at the long blade resting on Blue Arc’s neck, clenching his fists for a mont, the anger in his heart surging like high tide, yet had to be held back by the dam of reason.

anwhile, counting from the start of the battle, thirty seconds had silently elapsed.

The hour hand of the giant Clock Tower moved swiftly once more, this ti landing at the "6 o’clock" position.

Ghost Bell did nothing, standing silently in place like a statue.

Urushibara Osamu looked up at the Clock Tower, speaking leisurely:

"Before this, I had researched your ability to so extent. The hour hand of the Clock Tower lands on a ti mark every 30 seconds, and at each hour mark, you exhibit different abilities—which also ans... at least in the next 30 seconds, you won’t be able to release the ti suspension ability."

Speaking, he cast his eyes back to Ghost Bell, continuing calmly:

"Without the ability to suspend ti, you cannot be our opponent; secondly, you cannot rescue Blue Arc from Oda Takashige’s hands..."

Before he finished speaking, a voice suddenly echoed in the auction house, cutting off his words eerily from behind him: "While reminding others to pay attention to their backs, why not also take a look at your own back, Mr. Brigade Leader?"

He paused: "I am sure... the result will not disappoint you."

Urushibara Osamu slightly faltered.

Following this eerie voice, a deathly silence briefly engulfed the auction house.

After a long pause, Urushibara Osamu emotionlessly turned his head, looking towards the source of the voice.

At this mont, a figure wrapped entirely in black strips was hanging upside down beneath the ceiling of the auction platform;

Furthermore, this black figure had bound a man with a chanical box on his head with his arms and was using a restraint belt to suspend the man’s body in mid-air.

In his line of sight appeared Black Cocoon, and mber number 7 of the brigade—"Robert".

Under Urushibara Osamu’s gaze, Black Cocoon slowly released his arms, instead using strands of black restraint belt to bind around Robert’s neck, wrapping several circles like a black snake throttling its prey.

Robert struggled, letting out a muffled groan.

In the suffocating silence of the auction house, every mber, including Ghost Bell, stared at the uninvited guest hanging upside down in mid-air.

Black Cocoon grinned, slowly speaking to Urushibara Osamu:

"Oh, cunning Mr. Brigade Leader, I have seen your little movents. It would be best if you don’t let your crows approach , nor should any of your mbers get close. Otherwise, I will imdiately snap mber number 7’s neck."

He paused briefly, then lowered his voice mockingly:

"Seemingly the most insignificant, the weakest mber, but in fact, this mber number 7 is an indispensable cog in your operations, isn’t it?"

"Which ans, if I kill him, it would be an irreparable loss to the White Crow Travel Brigade."

"Think about it carefully, Mr. Brigade Leader."