"...Well played."
This time, Master Gorimshaw finally stopped his leisurely walk and turned around with a sigh of admiration.
"And quite honest, too. You already told me before... that you were an arsonist who could set anything ablaze."
As he spoke, Fu Qian lowered his head to look at his chest. The spot that had been marked was finally too much for his clothes to withstand this time, leaving a gaping hole torn through them.
What showed beneath was no longer the crystallized skin from when he had been shot.
Bright and translucent, like icy spikes reflecting the moonlight, it was forming at the center of the wound and surging outward, unleashing terrifying power as it shattered.
"How could..."
Yet even with such an outrageous appearance, Lady Thirteen still looked dissatisfied, unable to believe her opponent could move so freely.
"Was this the plan from the very beginning? An exploding bullet only works if it hits someone, so why not just make the person explode? The gunshot was only to draw attention."
Unfortunately, he made no effort to spare her feelings. Trailing a path of exploding ice crystals, he walked straight over and casually offered his analysis.
"I'm guessing detonating the target directly takes a little time to prepare, and locking on probably isn't easy, either. Lucky for me, I already had a 'wound' on my body—the one Leilan left behind with everything he had."
Shaking his head slightly, Fu Qian made no secret of his professional admiration.
At the same time, he pictured himself using the Calamity Authority.
The levels of power might have been vastly different, but the means of activation felt similar.
Meticulous planning, unwavering execution. Whatever their reputation, the Night Watchers of Los truly weren't slacking off.
"My only question now is, what made you suddenly