Just as Lou Feng knew, that bastard Ji Jue was an absolute utilitarian. If a method worked, he used it without hesitation. If a lie served his purpose, he told it without even drafting a script.
Whenever interests were involved, if you could get even half a truthful sentence out of his mouth, that counted as him treating you honestly.
Whether he had always thought so was beside the point, and whether he had ever regarded them as real opponents was another matter. None of that stopped an Artisan's mouth and hands from being two entirely separate operations, never working in concert... When he shouted about friendship, bonds, and brotherhood, wasn't that the perfect time to stab someone twice in the back?
Inside the armor, Ji Jue used the speakers to repeat his words. In the negligible instant his focus shifted, he relied on Chun Jun's traversal to leap out of thin air behind Lou Feng.
Without hesitation, he drew his sword, thrust, and pierced through!
Flowing like clouds and water.
Amid the instantaneous upheaval, the Spirit Essence Sword emerged from Lou Feng's chest. Strands of crimson spread across the blade, but it was not Lou Feng's blood. It was...
"Scene Tremor?"
Outside the arena, Master Kong's pupils contracted sharply. With merely one fleeting glance, she had identified the nature of the technique in Ji Jue's hand.
Back when Ye Xian had slaughtered her peers with Disintegration Art, who knew how much hostility she had incurred and how many blood debts she had accumulated? When the vengeful ones meticulously plotted ambushes and encirclements, who knew how much they had prepared? Yet every last preparation had shattered beneath this one move, and they had instead delivered themselves to Ye Xian to expand her Material Repository... What a satisfying haul for her!