What an unexpected bonus.
While demonstrating his ability to catch bullets barehanded, Fu Qian had unquestionably acted in accordance with the principle of sincerity toward Chief Yuan, with whom he was currently working closely.
The flames had indeed appeared out of thin air with the earlier lash, and he hadn't felt anything until the final strike.
Their state of existence was indeed as unusual as described. Though blazing, they seemed incomplete and needed a vessel.
But none of that mattered. The most important thing was that he'd seen this fire before—and more than once.
The first time had been in Night Holy Capital, when the sun appeared at midnight as Calamity Power erupted at full force. A golden shooting star had appeared alongside it.
Earlier still, when he'd worked with the Night Watchers to explore Unseen Hill, Stos Old Man had used a similar technique to interrogate the clown.
Fu Qian was quite certain they weren't merely alike in appearance.
Come to think of it, he'd discussed something related with Li He, the former dean of the Academy, while attending a banquet at Ermu Mansion Palace.
Li He had stated clearly that the mind-breaking power of Tyrant's Fist resembled one of the techniques Stos wielded. He'd suggested Fu Qian pay him a visit when he had time.
As it turned out, he might have already learned a similar technique before he ever got around to visiting.
As Yuan Shan watched in a daze, Fu Qian casually clenched his hand and snuffed out the flame in his palm.
He was quite certain that the shot had struck his will with some kind of impact, much like when Tyrant's Fist had punched him.
The Night Watchers really did have the bearing of an upright, prestigious organization. They'd given him such an