Not only did humans struggle to overcome their own limitations. Even gods were the same.
Without even turning around, Fu Qian knew that the thing he had flicked away was none other than another Little Rom.
Unlike its kin, this one wasn't just baring its teeth and claws. It had actually launched an attack.
As for where it had come from?
There was no wound in the flesh there, of course—but who said Little Roms could only be born from wounds?
Never let yourself fall into the trap of mental inertia.
When he'd said earlier that he'd dealt with Lord Rom quite a bit, he hadn't just been flattering himself.
Fu Qian knew this old hand, with his overwhelming will to survive, well enough to guess what he wanted even without seeing him bend over.
That earlier scene of "offspring without end" had certainly been impressive, full of the desperate resolve to charge at any moment.
But how could Rom use the little strength he'd managed to preserve just to scare people? It made far more sense to use it to lull them into carelessness.
For example, drawing their attention to make an opening for his true killing move.
The Little Rom had appeared in a simple fashion. It had torn through the air like a rip opening in a wound and leapt out of thin air, without making a sound.
And from all over its body, needle-thin strands of blood had spread, silently aiming for vital points. Amid the bloodlust, Fu Qian could even sense greed.
He was sure that even a Tyrant's constitution wouldn't take it well if those things struck.
Lord Rom certainly lived up to his name, adapting quickly even in dire straits.
He'd stop at nothing, even trying to make use of his originally