Could it be that the very thing I feared had come to pass?
Feeling the chaos inside his body, Fu Qian thought to himself.
Even after practicing for so long, it would take at least a minute to sort out all the confusion.
But the lamp was nearly full, and the jailer could turn and leave at any moment.
If he missed this chance, he would probably have to wait another day or so.
More time would let him practice adapting, but it would also increase the risk of being discovered.
If he didn't want to miss this chance, he would have to sort out his scrambled nerves in ten seconds.
Unfortunately, that was impossible!
Fu Qian knew all too well that he still wasn't familiar enough with this body.
The jailer had finished adding oil. He slowly lowered the lamp's glass cover, turned around, and prepared to leave.
He couldn't wait any longer!
Fu Qian struggled to his feet and swung a punch.
It looked like he had managed to attack, but with his control over his body in such disarray, he couldn't generate any real force.
Not only did the punch lack any power, but the overlarge movement even left him a little off balance.
Still, gritting his teeth, Fu Qian took advantage of the surprise and managed to land his fist on the jailer's back.
Wait, this thing isn't human?
Fu Qian was startled.
The sensation in his fist felt like he'd just punched a block of granite.
It was unbelievably hard, with none of the give of skin.
If he hadn't pulled his punch, he might have broken his wrist.
The feeble blow clearly hadn't done any real damage. The jailer spun around almost instantly.
With a flash of cold light, he raised his weapon without