Prison and Peril
Which was stronger: a hundredfold critical hit or a 100% drop rate? It had always been a classic question.
Who would have thought that today might offer the perfect opportunity to test it in the real world?
Fu Qian believed that a Second Order expert wouldn't have much trouble sensing the nature of the curse on him.
Yet the other party's response was no response at all. The vortexes on its wings continued to lock onto him without hesitation, preparing a second wave of attacks.
Now that was composure.
As he admired its resolve, Fu Qian did exactly the same thing: paid no attention to its reaction and kept his aim fixed on it.
And while showing no sign of retreat, his left arm continued to swell, as if the flesh from the rest of his body were being drawn into it. His mutation index soared without limit.
For an expert, this change, which so clearly reflected the nature of his abilities, was enough to reveal a great deal.
But as an adviser who had decisively stepped forward in a crisis, he clearly didn't mind revealing a little of himself.
"Your Thousand Strikes in an Instant are indeed exquisite, but I, too, know a thing or two about trading blows. Please, have a taste of my Physical Black Dragon Wave."
Under the silent gazes of Yuan Shan and Wen Li, Fu Qian concentrated the flesh of his entire body. His left arm swelled to its limit, then burst with a thunderous boom. Hundreds, even thousands, of black-red tentacles twisted together into a torrent and surged toward the angel, which seemed pure and immaculate.
At the same time, some of the vortexes on the Angel Lord's wings had already finished gathering...
Yuan Shan's earlier experience had proved that