Fu Qian had been telling the truth.
Like that guy, Yuan Shan hadn't deliberately concealed her presence, so Fu Qian had known right away that she was standing outside.
She'd done it simply to let him know that she had brought this person here, and that he didn't mean much harm, so they shouldn't let things escalate.
Unfortunately, that guy's killing intent had been real, too.
That punch had cost him two points of Sanity Value: one for using an Air Bullet, and another for throwing a punch.
Entrusting your life to someone else's goodwill was a bad habit.
In situations like this, Fu Qian didn't mind using every means at his disposal to send the man to his grave.
In fact, if he used every means at his disposal, Fu Qian thought his chances were pretty good.
"Hahaha!"
The middle-aged man couldn't hold back a burst of laughter.
Sure, he was used to acting arrogantly, but did he have to laugh so loudly? Didn't he know he was disturbing the neighbors?
"You do have some skill, but your mouth is even bigger."
After laughing, the middle-aged man stared coldly at Fu Qian.
"I'm barely at the threshold of the Second Order. I can only fight in Mythical Form by relying on special methods.
"And yet you can use similar attacks one after another, apparently without any side effects. That's rather interesting!"
Who said there were no side effects? That last punch nearly made my blood run backward.
Fu Qian thought to himself.
It seemed the man couldn't maintain his Mythical Form indefinitely, either. But compared to Fu Qian, who could only manage a single strike, he was undoubtedly much more stable.
That last clash had put a considerable strain on Fu Qian's body.
"But if you think that's enough