What a perfect killing machine!
Watching the metallic flames coil around the blade, their shape seeming to leap and shift like the long knife itself, Fu Qian couldn't help admiring it.
This technique made it even more obvious: it was the legendary "Star Law," much like Amira's.
As expected, every member of the cult had their own specialty. Whatever this one had gleaned seemed tailor-made for the hunt.
Enchantments like sword oil weren't uncommon in either killing or hunting. But to Fu Qian, this strange-looking flame seemed like it did more than simply burn.
Though the cult hunter hadn't said a word, his every move was intensely oppressive.
The immediate result was that the bathrobe-clad Lady beside him had gone pale. She'd stopped worrying about logical inconsistencies and could only stare at the Grim Reaper's approach.
"Who are you? What are you doing? Did you do all this?"
And there she went again, opening with her usual triple barrage of questions.
Unfortunately, not everyone was as easygoing as Fu Qian.
The answer to Lady's questions was a long, narrow blade that crossed more than five meters and shot straight for her forehead, accompanied by a strange, fluid surge.
The hunter struck with such decisiveness that he didn't even warn Fu Qian beside him. He clearly didn't care whether he might hit the wrong person.
Fortunately, Fu Qian was an artist and was very particular about keeping his distance from the bathrobe-clad Lady.
More specifically, he kept far enough away to avoid getting splattered with blood in most situations.
As it turned out, the hunter was as cold-blooded as he was dependable.
That slash, which seemed capable of cleaving through anything, was measured to perfection. In the end, it only skimmed past her, dazzling the eye.
"Are you crazy?"
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