So, in theory, the guy in front of me was the Death Master's Tool Person—no, Tool Bug?
Though A'wei had gotten a little muddled in his wording from all the excitement, Fu Qian felt he'd learned quite a lot from their conversation.
Who would've thought that behind this bizarre oath lay such a classic concept of authority as the Death Master? Fu Qian had to admit, it was a bit unexpected.
Based on what he'd seen earlier, Fu Qian had been leaning more toward something like a gluttonous, rotten-faced human centipede.
But as a higher-level Tool Bug, A'wei's understanding was clearly more credible.
Of course, the main reason he was willing to talk was to get across the message, "You're in trouble now," and, "You know who's got our back?"
This didn't look good.
Fu Qian let out a long sigh.
If the Death Master really was backing him, that meant what had just happened might not have been an illusion. It might actually be... an A'wei who couldn't be killed.
"I have to admit, your attack just now was pretty interesting. No wonder you were willing to pay such a huge price to trade wounds with me."
Watching Fu Qian's severed limbs slowly recover, A'wei was clearly pleased by his silence.
"Your dagger might be my medicine, but you can't even begin to imagine the authority of the Death Master... Were you planning to use that thing to send me away, too?"
In the middle of his grandstanding, A'wei was surprised to see his opponent fishing something out of his pocket—a snow-white bone whistle.
"If you can't kill me, banish me instead. That's not a bad idea."
The next moment, he could hardly resist applauding.
He'd clearly seen Fu Qian's entire process of using the Bug Whistle earlier.
"I