Chapter 2002: Forced Demolition
Not only had he directly ignored Blood Conquest's cross-dimensional effect, he'd also shown no sign of himself outside before appearing.
The moment he'd hidden in the safe house, he'd been stabbed in the back. The element of surprise had been used to devastating effect. His combat instincts were truly top-notch.
And so was the flavor.
The sudden turn of events and the fierce exchange of blows hadn't affected his train of thought at all.
Fu Qian was never one to put down an opponent lightly. He observed carefully, assessed objectively, and made sure his criticism was well-founded.
Take the giant sword that had nearly bisected him, for example. Its design was sharp and sleek, without an ounce of bulkiness. It looked as if it had simply been enlarged in proportion, and the figure wielding it was much the same.
A body taller than his own incarnation as the King of Prison Break, with an appearance that was just as bizarre.
Human proportions, a human face, but no eyeballs.
Two deep sockets extended all the way into the brain, revealing a clear view of the fine, tangled threads within. The outside was no different.
That was right: it was rougher than any form he'd ever seen. It was made entirely of mycelium, inside and out, merely tangled into the outline of a human.
It wasn't even colored on the outside, retaining an unreal grayish white.
It looked completely out of place, as if it belonged to a different art style. Even the sword in its hand looked shinier by comparison. At a glance, it seemed to have lost its textures.
But everyone knew that the more ancient and natural something looked, the more likely it was to be an expert.
For instance, its appearance was so primitive