The eyes of everyone in the stadium followed the slowly falling ball, wondering where it might land.
It was officially the last minute of the first event.
"Shit, it's the final minute! Give me the fucking ball!"
"Argh, stop pushing me, you fools!"
At that moment, Kiernan caught the ball, his black hair billowing in the wind like a flag, and a handsome look on his face.
The horde of representatives all charged at him all at once—to them, he was nothing but a thief that was taking away their points.
"Iron Style, Ghost Spring!"
Kiernan sprang forward, and identical-looking figures sprouted out of his body like a ghostly army—they all jumped in different directions, holding the same point ball, and looking absolutely identical to Kiernan.
"Ah…?"
"What the hell…? There is more than one of them?"
"It must be a trickery of Aura Image of some sort!"
