"What the hell?"
The Gray Mist Man was dumbfounded.
He had thought that with the Red Robes here, this perverted man in a red dress had been frozen solid as well.
By all reason.
The latter should have been completely kicked out of the battle.
Yet who could have imagined that this guy was so deeply scheming?
"So, he had seen long ago that there was something wrong with that hail. He deliberately showed weakness to the enemy and ultimately lost to the Red Robes."
"All so he could completely evade the Black Death Mark I had prepared for him in advance?" The Gray Mist Man found the thought terrifying upon deeper consideration.
Shouye was likewise shocked by the Storyteller who had emerged from his own mouth.
"This guy..."
Having fallen for the Gray Mist Man's scheme, Shouye had already found himself in a humiliating position.
But the move the Storyteller had pulled off felt like it had directly ground his intelligence into the dirt.
Granted.
Among those present, Shouye ought to have possessed the greatest combat strength.
But in a high-level battle like this, combat strength was often not the most important factor.
And when it came to brains...
Clearly.
Shouye was dead last.
He might not even compare to Xu Xiaoshou, who had already fled.
But!
"Hadn't I placed a Martial-Sealing Talisman on you? How could you still..."
Shouye simply could not believe it.
That method of vomiting out a living person ought to have been some spiritual technique.
But if it was a spiritual technique—
Under the Martial-Sealing Talisman, how could the Storyteller possibly use it?
"Heehee, who doesn't have a trump card or two?"
The Storyteller giggled. He thrust one hand into the original Storyteller's left chest and dug out a heart that was still thumping.