Compared with his divine, exalted appearance, Third Xun Brother seemed to have retained a surprising amount of his humanity.
For example, his self-importance and his petty, lowbrow thoughts.
His first appearance from behind just now had actually been fairly natural.
After all, circumstances were restrictive. At a glance, this place looked almost exactly like a newly cleared sewer, and even its dimensions were on the conservative side. There hadn't been much room for him to make an entrance.
And since he was so closely bound to this place, it wasn't surprising that he could perceive and make use of its unseen laws.
But after landing a successful backstab that dealt critical damage, not following up and instead walking away had seemed a bit too contrived.
The sudden, inexplicable increase in damage was enough to panic even a normal person who had already prepared themselves mentally. Add in the fact that he hadn't given his victim a quick death, and it really did maximize the psychological impact.
But that was for normal people.
After their previous encounters, Fu Qian believed that this Third Xun had long since abandoned such a naive view of his opponent.
He was obviously the sort of person who wouldn't give up until he saw the coffin.
The most sensible way to deal with someone like him was to hit him with everything right from the start, without wasting even a shred of emotion.
So Fu Qian was more inclined to believe that Third Xun's hit-and-run just now had been contrived for another reason.
Perhaps to guard against something like what had just happened: while he was halfway through speaking, Fu Qian had suddenly turned around and noticed the new rules too quickly.
"Very good. Your reaction is even faster than I expected."
"I believe you'll become