"What... do you mean?"
Sawada had already been on the verge of flying into a rage, but at Fu Qian's words, his body jolted and his anger froze in its tracks.
"Was I not clear?"
Fu Qian showed him his bloodied hand. In the short time since he'd been injured, the wound had already healed considerably. Sawada stared at it, wide-eyed.
"Although your actions offended me, I'm not so bored that I'd waste my energy on anger. When things lose their balance, what you need to do is find a new balance."
"I was quite satisfied with my life, but since I can no longer maintain it, I might as well find some new entertainment."
"I have to admit, this feeling of letting go and being myself is pretty nice, too."
As he spoke, Fu Qian put his strength into it. With a teeth-grinding screech, he tore a chunk of the bed free from the floor, then looked up at Sawada.
"So, by your standards, what level am I now?"
Uh...
Realizing that Fu Qian wasn't joking and had truly changed his mind, Sawada swallowed and looked at the welds that had been ripped apart.
"The increase in strength is astonishing, and then there's that speed just now..."
He glanced at the turkey's head, which had rolled off to one side.
"You're almost on the level of a formal Transcendent. Even if that hadn't been a sneak attack and we'd fought head-on, you probably wouldn't have been at much of a disadvantage."
"But this is too bizarre. I've never encountered a case like this, at least. According to the records, you're just a middle-aged man who's kept himself in relatively good shape. The key point is, you haven't even taken any potions..."
"Couldn't I have had an epiphany?"
Fu Qian