Mr. Pantalone has no crazy plans today.

This was an extremely serious misjudgment. After clarifying the relative strengths of each other, he quickly found his place and calmed down.

But he still couldn't understand why that thing was so powerful. To him, there were basically only two possibilities in the current situation.

One possibility is that this young warrior is born with an incomparably powerful ability to 'the Abyss', while another possibility is that the Fatui's research into the power of 'the Abyss' has long surpassed that of the cult that serves 'the Abyss' itself.

Without a doubt, he would rather believe the former possibility than the latter.

The only certainty is that this young warrior possesses incredibly powerful 'Abyss' power; this can be confirmed.

However, no matter which scenario it is, the situation is not good for him, because neither of them can change the fact that he is about to be killed by the other party with one punch.

As countless thoughts flashed through his mind, D'Artagnan, after throwing that punch at him, slowly withdrew his fist and chuckled softly.

"You weren't killed with a single punch? Then I'll finish you off with the next one."

As he uttered those words, Tartaglia, clad in the Demon King's armor, took a sudden step forward, continuing his unfinished finishing blow.

Seeing the actions that Tartaglia was preparing, the "Abyss Apostle," who was still lying in the ruins, immediately reacted and, relying on his preemptive fighting instincts, acted before Tartaglia could.

He grabbed onto the rubble at one corner and used the momentum of his roll to dodge the sudden attack. He then used the force of his shifting weight to quickly regain his stance and retreated frantically into the open corner.

The terrifying figure quickly returned after its attack missed, tearing through the huge cloud of smoke and dust as it charged toward the location of the "Abyss Apostle".

Feeling the immense power emanating from Tartaglia, he realized that it was impossible to defeat Tartaglia head-on; the only way to deal with such an enemy was to find a way to dodge his attacks.

The young warrior's ability to wield such power could not have been without cost; even for those who serve the Abyss, using its power is not without its limitations.

Using such powerful force at such a high intensity will inevitably put a great strain on the body.

In that case, all he needs to do is dodge this guy's attacks and try to hold out until the opponent reaches their limit, then he's guaranteed to win.

Having made this judgment, he immediately unleashed his incredibly powerful fighting instincts.

In this situation, no matter how powerful an attack D'Artagnan makes, he can predict the direction of D'Artagnan's lightning strike in advance and dodge the powerful attack in time.

Just as the Abyss Apostle predicted, Tartaglia, after gaining immense power in this form, was actually unable to fully utilize the power it possessed.

His excessive strength conflicted with his combat skills and ingrained habits, making it impossible for him to control his power as he pleased. Consequently, he was unable to fully utilize the unparalleled martial arts skills he possessed under normal circumstances.

Such an effect is negligible when facing a sufficiently powerful enemy, but when facing a more agile and cunning enemy, this disadvantage will be exposed to some extent.

However, not everyone can exploit this weakness.

Even under these circumstances where he cannot perfectly utilize his martial arts skills and techniques, Tartaglia's fighting spirit and strength are still among the best.

Such a disadvantage can only be exploited when facing a powerful opponent with equally formidable martial arts skills.

And the "Abyss Apostle" before them just happens to be such an enemy.

The powerful and terrifying lightning strike was easily dodged by the Abyss Apostle's unparalleled combat awareness. Seeing Tartaglia's repeated failures, Tartaglia couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh.

"Haha, you probably can't hold that pose for long, right?"

"Don't worry, we have enough time to resolve this."

Despite the mocking words of the "Apostle of the Abyss," D'Artagnan's mindset remained unaffected.

In that short time, he realized that he could not perfectly control the power of the Demon King Armor. In his Demon King Armor state, his opponent might be killed on the spot if he touched him even slightly.

However, if one cannot catch the other, then one's power is of no effect on the other. It is precisely because the other has discovered this that they seize this opportunity to mock him.

They tried to disrupt his mindset with this, but for D'Artagnan, such mockery was completely ineffective.

If he were to be so easily provoked, then he would not be worthy of being called a qualified warrior.

However, he also realized that if the stalemate continued, he would have no way to defeat his opponent. If the status quo continued, he would not lose in the end, but he would not win either.

We must find a way to break the status quo. In this situation, if direct attacks cannot directly affect the opponent, then we should launch a large-scale attack on the enemy.

As long as your attack range is large enough, you're bound to land one or two hits on the enemy.

After all, the thing he has the least to lack is probably energy.

Having made up his mind, Tartaglia decided to stop wandering around and instead began to mobilize the enormous power of 'imaginary energy' within his body. After accumulating power for a while, he locked onto the figure of the "Abyss Apostle".

"Now... you have nowhere to run!"

Tartaglia coldly declared as his gaze fell upon the "Apostle of the Abyss".

He then gripped the thunder spear in his hand and raised it high, as if he was about to throw it.

This made the "Abyssal Apostle," who was still dodging Tartaglia's attacks, immediately realize that Tartaglia seemed to be planning to launch a large-scale lightning attack and kill him directly.

Having realized this, he immediately abandoned his original plan to continue fighting and instead began to hide in the void, opening a portal with a starry background and a purple ring cross, intending to take advantage of Tartaglia's charging up to escape directly.

Although he intended to take this opportunity to eliminate the Fools who had been sabotaging the Order's operations, that was only on the condition that he could handle it. The current situation was beyond what he, as a single "Apostle of the Abyss," could resolve.

Rather than staying here and continuing to fight with Pantalone and the others, it would be better to take this opportunity to slip away and escape, allowing the Order's high-level combatants to handle this matter.

Just as he was about to abandon all his plans and rush directly into the dark star portal,

Pantalone, who had been sitting idly by and coldly observing everything, suddenly chose to take action at this moment.

An invisible force suddenly spread from Pantalone's hand, and then, at the very moment the "Abyss Apostle" moved toward the dark portal, an invisible hand seemed to grab the "Abyss Apostle" by the neck, and at the same time, it seized his fate.

Pantarone smiled as he watched the "Abyss Apostle" struggling desperately with its hands on his neck.

"You've been talking big, treating us like ants to be decided at will, and now you want to just leave like that? You're really underestimating me, the executor of the Fatui."