Chapter 1886: The Spirit Lamp, a Guiding Light
Holy Infant Disaster Star?
With me, the King of Prison Break, here in person, you're nothing but a pack of mangy dogs.
The prompt that rang out hardly surprised him. Fu Qian gave a cold snort, his gaze still fixed on Virgo and the Holy Infant, both utterly shattered by his earlier blow.
Keeping a low profile didn't mean having a cleanliness obsession. It was foolish to rigidly set limits for himself.
Mythical Form had been his planned response from the start. He'd simply chosen not to use it yet.
The reason was simple. His target on this trip seemed formidable, and worth "taking a good look at."
That's right. He'd activated Mythical Form partly to withstand this judgment with the status of a True God, but more importantly, this thing was just too fascinating.
It was well worth taking a little risk to examine it properly from a deity's perspective.
Otherwise, why would he have deliberately slowed time on the way here, allowing it to perform as much as possible?
Within controllable limits, squeezing every last bit of value out of an interesting case was an essential quality for a scholar.
So Fu Qian looked forward not only to seeing more Apocalypse Knights, but also to a performance from the Holy Infant itself.
In fact, when he'd approached step by step just now and his opponent still hadn't run, he'd already marveled that everything really had worked out for the best.
Why hadn't it run? Naturally, because of the groundwork he'd laid earlier.
Winning two out of three rounds in the life-or-death game was a fairly normal probability.
But if the loser cheated to dodge execution in both rounds, anyone could see how hard that would be to tolerate.
Given his