Whether it was Yi Chen or Jin,
fighting Mr. Yuri gave them both an intensely discordant feeling. Put plainly, it felt as though even their underwear had been seen through.
Killing Precognition
Any attack from Yi Chen or Jin that carried killing intent was detected in advance. No matter how fast it was, how wide its coverage, or how perfect their coordinated offense was, the rhythm of the entire battle remained firmly in Mr. Yuri's hands.
One point was very important:
The battle with Mr. Yuri was not crude, nor was it anything like the butcher's reputation he had been given outside.
Yi Chen, who was accustomed to observing others, saw this especially clearly.
In his eyes, although blood-light perpetually shimmered behind Mr. Yuri and every move carried nearly tangible killing aura, the man himself was extraordinarily refined—the true meaning of a Chief Surgeon.
His movements were so delicate that every slash seemed like the playing of a piano, and every cut into flesh proceeded with distinct, layered precision.
When Yi Chen was butchered by Mr. Yuri, he felt neither pain nor discomfort. Instead, he wanted it to happen a few more times, until his body could no longer endure it and he activated Dead Person Makeup.
Clang~
The iron chain dragged the severed lower half back from nearby and reconnected it into a whole.
Yi Chen sat against the wall, studying Mr. Yuri at the center of the arena.
He looked nothing like a butcher. He was more like a musician. The butcher's knife planted in the ground resembled a scarlet cello, as though it had just completed a flawless performance.
"That's enough for today. You two are both reaching your limits. This body of mine, which hasn't moved in a long time, has also loosened up completely. Any