An nodded, then shook her head.
She thought something was wrong.
Only one Titan had been smashed. Why had she instinctively answered his question? Was it really because she was afraid?
Impossible!
She was the famous Grandpa An of the orphanage.
An took a deep breath and reached toward her waist. She raised two elegant rapiers levelly, then lightly joined them together. The two blades formed a spear, balanced at the center and perfectly suited for throwing.
"What are you trying to do?"
Zhao Bai watched An for a few moments. "Make sure you truly want to be my enemy before you act... You'd better start praying now."
"Chaos Clock."
An's Stigmata ability greatly enhanced the power and accuracy of thrown weapons. Zhao Bai stared at the spear gliding slowly through the air. He wanted to dodge it easily, but was shocked to find that his own movement speed had slowed as well—slower than the spear itself.
Was this her ability?
Zhao Bai felt everything around him become incredibly slow. The spear descended from above, thrusting straight toward his heart.
It was easy to imagine: when everything slowed down, even sensory transmission became agonizingly slow. If that spear pierced him, he would have to endure long, drawn-out pain before collapsing. It truly was a weapon suited to An's terrible personality.
What was this supposed to be?
Zhao Bai did not believe anyone could control time.
Perhaps it was some kind of magnetic field that enhanced the senses, greatly accelerating one's thoughts and creating a contrast between rapid thinking and a sluggish body. That contrast produced the illusion of time stopping... Probably something like that.
And then...
Zhao Bai watched helplessly as An walked toward him with an unchanged expression. To him, she moved at the speed of an ordinary person,