"Let's have a Xiang Piaopiao Hot Drink."
Facing Midora, who lay on the ground with a bewildered expression, Fang Mo cheerfully sipped the drink in his cup.
After taking two gulps, the terrifying wounds on his body began healing at high speed. At the same time, Fang Mo suddenly shouted, "...Come back, my beloved hand!"
The palm that had fallen to the ground flew up without warning and returned along its original path, seamlessly reconnecting to Fang Mo's right wrist. It looked utterly natural, without the slightest trace of a seam, as if the hand had never fallen off in the first place.
"..."
Midora did not even know what to say upon seeing this.
"Alright, then it's my turn next!"
But Fang Mo did not care about that. Blinding electricity flashed over his palm again as he aimed at Midora in the distance. "Plasma Hand... I cast Lightning!"
"Crackle-boom!"
A terrifying bolt of lightning instantly tore through the atmosphere and struck Midora on the ground.
After being hit by the lightning, Midora's body stiffened for an instant. Then smoke began rising from him, and his already mangled body became even more charred.
"Hung—"
"Four Nights Lightning Light!"
Before Midora could use another move, Fang Mo pressed his advantage. With a wave of his hand, the surrounding space rapidly darkened without warning.
Immediately afterward, four bolts of lightning descended from the depths of space like Heaven's Punishment.
"Boom!!!"
The area where Midora stood was completely engulfed in lightning. Countless high-pressure arcs raced and leaped through the air, and the heat they produced even vaporized the entire sheet of ice.
"Is that all?"
Fang Mo looked at Midora lying motionless in a deep crater and raised an eyebrow in surprise. "...He feels weaker than I expected."
Fang Mo was not lying.