Although he was younger, this Night Watcher was no weakling.
That last sword strike had been quite skillful. He seemed to be at least Tier Six.
His weapon was no ordinary blade, either.
Fu Qian studied the long sword in the man's hand.
The Air Bullet had nearly torn open the webbing between his thumb and forefinger, but the sword itself looked completely unharmed.
A young Intermediate Tier, wielding a fine sword—could it have come from the academy?
The Sword Participation Institute? Was he Ji Liushuang's senior?
"Who are you?"
The young Night Watcher clearly knew better than to approach after that last attack. He stayed at a distance, on full alert, looking as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
"Take off your mask!"
"So you attacked and tried to cut someone down without knowing anything about what was going on? Is that how you Night Watchers do things?"
Seeing this, Fu Qian didn't attack again. Instead, he asked with an affable smile.
"As an extraordinary being, you slaughtered people at a gathering of ordinary folk. What is there to argue about?"
The young Night Watcher pointed to the severed limbs on the dance floor.
"Are you sure? For an extraordinary being, would you call this slaughter?"
Fu Qian looked at him.
"And even if I did do all this, haven't you heard of the principle that a crime requires both an act and criminal intent? You've already decided I'm guilty?"
"As special law enforcers, you can't just train your muscles. You need to study the theory, too."
After Fu Qian finished speaking, the man fell silent for a moment.
He truly couldn't gauge the other man's strength. The only thing he could be sure of was that Fu Qian was far stronger than he was.
A man