The brightness that had dimmed when the Law Remnants were shut off surged again in that moment.
Fu Qian's grab wasn't particularly fast. Unfortunately, the Black Doctor seemed to be halfway willing, and the next moment, Fu Qian had him firmly by the throat.
Urgh—
That was the downside of being uneducated. If he'd recognized that golden flame, he probably wouldn't still have been trying to keep up appearances.
The transcendent criminal, who had been ready to die, held out for only a moment before he began to struggle.
A familiar distortion appeared in his body, desperately trying to stop that wisp of golden flame from spreading.
Unfortunately, it was useless.
"The antidote."
After casually smacking aside an incoming bone, Fu Qian repeated his earlier demand.
"I told you, there's no antidote... Still refusing to face reality?"
Even as he struggled in pain, the Black Doctor couldn't help squeezing a trace of mockery through his teeth.
"Too mediocre."
Fu Qian gave a soft sigh. The Madness Flame continued, and his judgment of the Black Doctor remained unchanged.
"Some things are hard to truly master through mere imitation.
"I can tell you really want to play the part of someone who enjoys having fun, but honestly, even if I put myself in your shoes, there were so many more entertaining options in that whole series of moves than repeatedly trying to act the part here."
Fu Qian even offered professional advice on the specifics of his actions.
"All in all, your performance from beginning to end has left me unconvinced you have what it takes to drink poison without an antidote... There might be someone in this city who could do it, but it isn't you."
Not everyone could put themselves on the line like that.
There was a world