"Fatty, are you referring to disguise threads?"
"That's right, buddy. When I was in the army, I saw scouts use this material frequently. Technically, weapons aren't allowed on the battlefield, but that doesn't exclude the possibility of auxiliary tools. Let's slow down and avoid these things."
"Understood."
As the Blade Warrior advanced, she became increasingly cautious. Along the way, she skillfully avoided the triple-layered threads, and when she was less than four hundred meters from the two teams, she could finally see them clearly. It was a relatively flat and open area.
Just as Fatty had predicted earlier, not everyone was willing to tolerate Cybelle's arrogance. Now, a team from an unknown country was in a standoff with Cybelle's four-person team, seemingly ready to clash at any moment.
The trio exchanged a glance, attempting to secretly observe the situation's evolution. Through lip-reading, the Blade Warrior could already deduce what they were discussing.
