"This... this is impossible..."
After Fang Mo slapped Joya to the ground, Joya was clearly stunned. He could no longer maintain Froese's appearance. Not only had his glossy black hair become dry and deathly pale, even his face had turned exceptionally sinister, as though he had been possessed by a Gourmet Demon, grotesque and terrifying.
"Damn it, why?!"
Even so, Joya still could not understand what was happening. "That portal just now... I should have gotten out already!"
"I told you, running away isn't an option."
Hearing that, Fang Mo leisurely offered an explanation. "That was the final warning. If you run again, it won't just be dirt I stuff into your mouth."
"Damn it!"
Joya was both shocked and furious. Gripping his kitchen knife, he charged at Fang Mo like a ghost, then viciously swung it down. "Food Luck... Planet Thin Slice!!!"
As usual, Fang Mo raised his right hand to block it.
But to his surprise, Joya's attack actually broke through his armor's defenses this time.
With a muffled slash, the blade instantly sank into his palm, then extended along the outside of his elbow all the way to his shoulder and face. In the blink of an eye, the left half of Fang Mo's body had been sliced into thin sheets, like a chef showing off by slicing a radish.
"!"
At the sight, Joya was instantly overjoyed. "I hit—"
Unfortunately, before he could even finish speaking, Fang Mo calmly raised a hand and pressed against his face. The sliced layers of skin instantly stuck back together, leaving not the slightest trace of injury.
"This move of yours would probably be pretty good for shaving calluses off feet."
Fang Mo rubbed his chin and gave Joya's move a simple assessment.
"You..."
Joya instantly flew into a rage.