His tone was mild, his movements resolute.
As Fu Qian's right arm kept swelling, he could clearly feel the fear coming from the other side.
Just a few seconds later, his arm was already twice as long as his body. Jagged spikes crisscrossed over it, forming a grotesque giant claw.
Not only that, but the half of his body connected to the claw was now covered in thick Bone Armor, streaked with red.
Come to think of it, the idea of making himself a half-man had come from Su Gao. As it turned out, the visual impact was pretty effective.
"You... monster!"
The middle-aged man, who had borne the brunt of it, sounded hoarse.
He clearly had a good eye for these things and could tell the difference in their strength.
On one hand, the disparity in strength pressed down on him. On the other, his deeply ingrained understanding of the world was being shattered, leaving him unsettled.
He might have seen his share of battles, but the criminals he'd dealt with had only ever tried to escape the Night Watchers by any means they could. How many of them had been brazen enough to fight back head-on?
"Stop fooling yourself. What Transcendent isn't a monster? Appearance is the least significant part of it."
Faced with the middle-aged man's lament, Fu Qian merely snorted, looking haughty.
"By the way, what's your name?"
"...Andrew."
Though he didn't know why Fu Qian was asking, the middle-aged man answered instinctively.
"Good. Bear witness to glorious evolution, Andrew!"
Fu Qian's appearance put Andrew under immense pressure.
It was obvious that this man had no intention of letting him leave.
But he was a Night Watcher, after all. He wasn't about to shy away from reality.
Andrew took a deep breath and steadied himself.