The green snake coiled around them. Beneath its massive branches, it slammed down with a thunderous crash before Zhao Bai, erupting with a sound like a mountain collapsing. It wriggled, and a crude face slowly emerged.
It had only two eyes and a mouth.
It could hardly be called a human face.
It raised its head high and said smugly, "Yo, isn't this Zhao Bai? You're here again, again, and again?"
"Hm?"
Why did it say "again"? This was clearly their first meeting.
Bronya's expression darkened slightly. She motioned for Zhao Bai to lower his head and look. Confused, Zhao Bai did so and discovered that his hands were covered in wounds—each one a bloody tally mark.
Just moments ago, there had only been three strokes on his hand.
But now, dense tally marks covered his arms like a net. He instinctively raised his wrist to check the time. The hour hand pointed to two in the afternoon. A full four hours had passed.
Zhao Bai shuddered, thinking of something unpleasant.
The other party burst into laughter.
"Giggle, giggle, giggle. An enemy who was once beyond compare is standing right before me, helpless as a chick waiting for slaughter. I really want to toy with you a few more times and enjoy this sight a few more times!"
"You're that... Garlic Turtle?"
"That's so cruel. You call me Garlic Turtle every time we meet. It seems your twisted taste in names has seeped deep into your mind. Erasing your memories can't change it. Only death can grant you eternal peace."
"Perfect. I've toyed with you long enough. I'm sick of it too."
The vines shot forward like arrows. Zhao Bai stared at them without blinking, his katana sweeping through a perfect arc.
Boom!
The attacking vines were sliced to pieces,