Ye Zi had ultimately managed to snatch two Fried Mandala Fruits amid the chaos.
Someone had tried to pick on what they thought was a soft persimmon, only to be frightened back by his incomparably ferocious glare.
Having just passed through the Gate of Hell, the boy would not make the mistake of being softhearted again.
The ferocity with which he had ambushed Number One Strongman stood in stark contrast to his seemingly scrawny frame. Combined with his right arm, twice as long as his left and lurking in the sewage like a python, it had left an exceptionally deep impression on everyone.
This was no soft persimmon.
There were plenty more Fried Mandala Fruits.
There was no need to risk their lives against this little madman.
Ye Zi returned smoothly to Meng Chao's side.
Rubbing at his bruised and swollen wounds, grinning through the pain, he nevertheless did not quite dare meet Lord Harvester's eyes.
"Actually, if you had decisively stabbed at his throat, you would not have had to suffer like this." Meng Chao analyzed the matter without emotion.
"I... I didn't know whether I should kill him. After all, he wasn't the one who destroyed Half Mountain Village, and his hometown might have been destroyed by Clan Warriors too, just like Half Mountain Village was."
The boy lowered his head. "I'm sorry, Lord Harvester. Did my performance disappoint you?"
"I was indeed somewhat disappointed by your combat performance, but as for you as a person, I am not disappointed in the slightest. On the contrary, you keep giving me greater and greater surprises."
Meng Chao smiled faintly. "It seems I can safely teach you some more powerful Sure Kill Skills without worrying that you will become a slave to the desire for slaughter."
The boy froze slightly,