The Iaijutsu and the Execution

"Stubborn. But we have all the time in the world. Eventually, you'll understand what your true self really is."

Fu Qian's reply did not keep An Jing Shizhi shocked for long.

"Of course, you can't truly be yourself."

The man spoke softly and unhurriedly the next moment.

"You're clever. You knew to point out that the other person was a Night Watcher."

"I very much agree with what you said. In the future, Leaf Island will find itself in a subtly different balance, and some invisible constraints will fade away."

"And to show my sincerity toward that new situation, I really can't be the one to act against the Night Watcher. But what if someone else did it?"

"The trick to finding balance is knowing where to draw the line."

Before his voice had even faded, An Jing Shizhi reversed the short sword in his hand and swung it without a sound.

The next moment, the half-collapsed mountain peak slowly slid away with a grating shriek.

Rubble burst into the air, then quickly gathered into a torrent and poured into the deep pit, splashing countless sprays of blood.

Unfortunately, the blood was soon buried beneath the earth and rocks that followed.

From its appearance to its burial, the monster had been underground in less than a minute.

"Your swordsmanship just now was exquisite, sir. But I've always had a little experience with iaijutsu myself."

Facing An Jing Shizhi's earth-shattering strike, Fu Qian spoke slowly.

His tone made An Jing Shizhi's eyes glint.

Under the other man's gaze, Fu Qian pressed a hand to his chest. The dark-red Bone Armor contracted around it, revealing a bizarre hole.

Without hesitation, Fu Qian reached inside and pulled out an object.

Elegant and slender, silver from end to end, it was none other than