Lich Old Man was utterly unwilling to believe what he was seeing.
But then again, the undeniable reality lay right before him.
Eight-Armed Skeleton had indeed fallen. Not only had he fallen, but he had landed in a textbook dog eating shit pose, swaying unsteadily for quite a while before finally getting back to his feet.
Could this be a scheme?
Suddenly, Lich Old Man's eyes lit up. He felt that he had guessed the truth: perhaps Eight-Armed Skeleton had done it on purpose, using such a bedraggled appearance to show weakness to Tinwood and lure him into attacking. Then he could seize the chance to defeat Tinwood.
He did it deliberately—it was a scheme... The same suspicion arose in Tinwood's mind, making him highly vigilant. But after thinking for several seconds, Tinwood developed an even deeper doubt: if it really was a scheme, why make it look so real? Eight-Armed Skeleton had fallen so miserably it was almost unbearable to watch, no different from a broken, comical Magic Puppet. If Eight-Armed Skeleton was truly powerful, he had countless ways to defeat him. Why use this particular method? At the very least, in the same situation, Tinwood would never have chosen it.
Could it be... that the Eight-Armed Skeleton before him was a fake? Setting aside why it had been capable of blasting off one of his arms earlier, the opponent truly did seem weak now. Perhaps its actual strength matched what it appeared to be. That would explain why it had never been able to catch him and had even tripped.
Then he could make a small probe and determine whether the other party was putting on an act or deliberately showing weakness.
Having made up his mind, Tinwood did not hesitate. He opened his mouth and expelled a