Bitter Fruit (36)
A pretty good idea, but this Night Hunter—let's call him the White-faced Man for now—was still far too weak.
His presence was imposing and his swordsmanship vicious, but at best he was on par with Old Man Li He when he'd leveled up in the middle of the fight at Ermu Mansion Palace.
Compared with the blessings of the other natives, he still lacked the flavor of a Higher Being.
In the current situation, to put it simply, he lacked high-tier means of destruction.
Even if I stood here and let him hack away at me, it would still take him some effort to completely extinguish my life force.
And Fu Qian certainly wasn't planning to do anything so boring.
As for why I hadn't simply grabbed that first blow?
Simple. Given the way the two Xilaliyas were sprawled on top of me, the one lying across my chest—Xilaliya the Second—had been caught in the attack and killed with a single strike.
The direct result was that I'd lost her Combined Skill. That intoxicating degree of "release" instantly faded, and, like the sobbing, went downhill.
With my mind growing sharper, and the other side losing the advantage of surprise, it was only natural that I could respond more easily.
In short, if Dr. Dorian was planning to use this as his trump card, he'd have to try harder.
Especially since the White-faced Man didn't seem to be listening very well. His first move had been to take out a Tool Person.
Still, no matter. Fu Qian chose to trust the doctor. He must have another way.
Come to think of it, if both Xilaliyas died, could the "treatment" still be completed? And how would it work?
Would I have to go back to the church and figure