Like a storm.
It really had pierced the body, and it really had managed to reach inside and pull something out.
Yet at the moment the attack was unleashed, it seemed to have lost its target.
To put it more concretely, it was like preparing to rip out someone's kidney, only to find that he'd reached into an armpit instead—maybe even an actual armpit.
Without making another move, Fu Qian examined the spot he'd just attacked.
He saw that what had originally looked like one lump seemed to have changed slightly.
Before, he'd described it as rings of accumulated subcutaneous fat, with no clear boundaries between the scales. Now, there were boundaries.
A clear seam had actually appeared where he'd reached in.
The structure had changed fundamentally in an instant.
It was as if what he'd seen before had only been an illusion. In reality, a snake had been coiled there all along.
That meant his action no longer qualified as Internal Organ Critical Hit, because it had struck something outside the body.
In the end, only a few scales fell away. His professional execution skill, Internal Organ Critical Hit, had failed to execute its target.
And throughout the entire transformation, he'd remained completely unaware.
"The nature of fate is far beyond your imagination. That's why I've never liked tyrants... Wielding calamity, huh? Heh... You're nothing but a crude child, destroying things without even realizing it."
At that moment, the Serpent of Fate's sharp critique rang out, just as expected. It even sounded as if the original King of Prison Break had been insulted along with him.
"Of course, you're even more oblivious... That's why I said earlier that you have no idea what you're doing."
A crude child. That was a pretty good comparison.
It was hardly surprising