In fact, not only Akasha and Jian, but even the demigods who had rushed halfway over were just as bewildered.
Seeing Fu Qian sitting there with half his neck missing, his flesh and blood slowly softening and restoring itself, nearly everyone was pondering what had happened without saying a word.
Even Fu Qian himself was staring at his right hand, deep in thought.
Once Internal Organ Critical Hit ended, the details from just moments ago had already blurred beyond recall. He couldn't even remember what his target had looked like.
The only thing he knew for sure was that he had completely eliminated a so-called "hero" named Ballard in a decidedly evil fashion.
"The Prophet apologizes for the rudeness just now and hopes to speak with you again."
At that moment, Akasha suddenly looked at Fu Qian with a serious expression and spoke.
Even after she finished, her brow visibly relaxed a little.
"Sure. I'll wait here."
Fu Qian looked like he had no intention of giving up on lunch, while inwardly praising the Prophet.
As expected of the Prophet. Even with one of the players missing, she had figured things out so quickly.
The reason Akasha and Jian, along with the other demigods, were bewildered was simple: under the effects of Internal Organ Critical Hit, they had forgotten Ballard.
So they couldn't immediately make sense of how the conflict they had just witnessed had unfolded.
Akasha's relief, meanwhile, came from having an explanation for the bizarre situation: Yuan Fang believed the natives had started the conflict.
That made perfect sense. On the one hand, Fu Qian seemed to have no reason to attack, and on the other, even with half his neck gone, he hadn't fought back.
Such sincerity in cooperation was enough to move heaven and earth.
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