In an instant, Kelson had made his choice.
It was obvious that A'Long's final attack had still been a desperate struggle to survive. He hoped that when his opponent dodged this truly threatening blow, a flaw would appear in the cage around him.
And true to his reputation as a demigod with extensive combat experience, Kelson took the blow head-on without even blinking. He gave A'Long no opening and finished him off outright.
As Kelson declared his kill, A'Long's body fell apart and dissolved into the void amid a burst of light.
When the flashes faded, all that remained on the spot was a patch of shattered ice, the largest piece no bigger than a fingernail.
At a glance, it looked much like the fragments left behind when the Soul Butterfly was smashed. But Fu Qian could tell its rank was far higher.
Its purity was even comparable to several traits he had obtained before.
Unfortunately, Kelson's hunting technique had been too brutal, leaving the spoils badly broken.
The tiniest fragments had already dissipated in the blink of an eye.
"I only need this much, as proof to take back with me."
The black light faded from Old Man Kelson. He stepped forward, picked up the only fragment about the size of a fingernail, and spoke.
"Mr. Lu has certainly kept his word. You may do as you please with the rest."
It was clear that Kelson had never considered A'Long a threat. The only one he had been wary of just now was Fu Qian, standing off to the side.
But Fu Qian had really just sat there and watched. That pleased Kelson, and he felt he ought to show some appreciation.
Only a little, of course. He wasn't about to try to turn this man from an enemy