Whoosh—
The pale-blue energy beam punched effortlessly through the wooden stake in the monster's hand. This monster really was poor enough to be one of a kind—he did not even have a proper weapon. One look at the fresh break on the stake showed that he had definitely snapped it off nearby.
Being a monster and ending up this poor was practically unheard of. At the very least, he ought to have gotten himself a weapon like a spiked club to live up to his identity, right?
"..." The monster stared blankly at the hole blasted through the wooden stake in his hand. As far as he was concerned, it was just something he had snapped off on a whim, the sort of thing to toss away once he was done with it. A hole in it was nothing worth caring about... What he cared about instead was the "fire poker" Jiu Ming had suddenly produced.
He gave the stake a light shake, and a pile of fine powder spilled out through the hole. The entire stake was left with only a thin outer shell.
The monster immediately failed to make heads or tails of it. It was clearly just a small hole—how had the inside become hollow? Could it have been caused by the weapon in the other party's hand!? If that was the case...
"Hohoho! Hand over that thing in your hand right now!!"
"..." Jiu Ming looked at him as though he were an idiot. Hah, broad and burly, with muscles growing in his brain at a glance. It was understandable that he would make such plans instead of figuring out the situation—but thinking Jiu Ming was someone he could knead and pinch however he pleased was his mistake.
Thoroughly irritated by Jiu Ming's gaze, the monster