The feeling was unusual.
As it turned out, the Serpent of Fate across from him still hadn't dodged. It had remained motionless the whole time.
Though Fu Qian was certain he'd hit his target, he could also feel that something was off.
As if he had.
The scales, tough to an unreasonable degree, had failed to stop him.
And yet, at the same time, he didn't seem to have torn anything.
Even the feedback from his vision said as much.
His claws had clearly seemed to pass through flesh just now, but the bloated body was now completely unmarked, without so much as a scratch.
Except that the scales where he should have landed his blow had changed shape again.
Long and slender, tightly packed, sharp as blades.
They'd even managed to injure him.
Fu Qian lowered his head and looked at his hand.
The wound wasn't deep, but it still felt as if he'd grabbed a handful of thorns.
Interesting.
The last one with such an astonishing ability to take a beating had been A'wei, the Death Master's oath-bound.
But given this one's status, it couldn't be for a similar reason.
Was this how the Serpent of Fate's perspective handled damage? Rather than relying on dominion over the concept of death—Clack!
Just as Fu Qian was summing up the results of his further tests, another soft sound rang out.
A scale had fallen from the spot he'd theoretically struck just now.
Just as expected—
It wasn't turning damage into health potions. The damage was simply being postponed.
It was easy to think of the earlier scene, when the other party had remained unharmed after he activated the Eye of Calamity, only for a scale to fall without warning afterward.
He'd already speculated about the reason back then. This time,