The possibility of a battle inside my brain had just increased.
Fighters of this caliber weren't exactly cabbages you could pluck two of whenever you had a spare moment. Without a doubt, that defied common sense.
And, even more coincidentally, they were the two old acquaintances who had immediately come to mind.
The earlier theory that everything was a side effect of eating mushrooms, that whatever I thought of would appear, suddenly seemed much more reasonable.
But let's not forget what I said just now: side effects were exactly what I wanted, so—excellent.
Roar!
Another Gospel Blast. Faced with an old friend giving me such a warm welcome, Fu Qian responded just as enthusiastically.
Come on, help me develop my brain a little further.
Rip—
It really did go deeper.
Fu Qian clearly confirmed that the Gospel Blast had no effect on the female Sword Saint, merely stirring up ripples all around her.
And while shifting over here hadn't caused any problems, another impact came from every direction, physically piercing his body.
It really was the female Sword Saint.
It was quite a challenge to the imagination, because Fu Qian knew very well that the abstract attack had been thrust out by only one opponent standing in front of him.
It was just that, in this special domain, she seemed to have gained some kind of boost in harmony with the laws of heaven and earth, turning him into a pincushion.
The upside was that this strange contact seemed to give Fu Qian an even better chance to confirm her identity.
Her eye sockets were holes, with mycelia entwined throughout. She had no human skin at all, yet still retained certain basic female features.
And what had seemed poised to cut him to pieces was the same kind of