There had been no hint whatsoever when he chose the Godskin Coat.
The reason he had settled on the final target was a faint sense of familiarity.
In fact, this was what had been puzzling Fu Qian from just now.
Whether it was the subsequent manifestation of the Authority or his Mythical Form at this moment, even after completely becoming an ancient deity, he still couldn't find the source of that familiar feeling.
But that name made everything suddenly clear. Fu Qian instantly realized where the familiarity had come from—the Tyrant's Fist.
This weapon, which he had obtained a long time ago, had one defining feature: every time it struck a target, it made them lose their minds.
Of course, given the nature of his missions, most of his later targets never got the chance to lose their minds, so he hadn't used it all that much.
And that familiar feeling had come from that very "madness."
So it hadn't been an illusion. Had he just torn out the source of the Tyrant's Fist's power with his bare hands?
Then, judging by the special sensation he'd just experienced, should he now be called the Mechanical Tyrant?
Of course, that raised a question—where were his fists?
So far, he hadn't sensed any Authority related to driving others insane.
Was there a reason for that?
"What's that supposed to be? I've got plenty more tricks!"
While pondering this, Fu Qian snorted at the Indigo Witch's praise and patted himself down, analyzing her reaction.
The "illusion" of facing an old acquaintance.
Although she seemed to regard him as a Wall Breaker, at least she hadn't detected his act of dismembering a deity during the fusion of his traits.
On one hand, perhaps this belonged to an exceptionally rare category of change, transcending time