False Loyalty: Blood Sacrifice to the Divine Emperor, Skulls for the Golden Throne. True Loyalty: Enchantment Book

"I... I'm sorry I couldn't entertain Lord Fang Mo to his satisfaction."

Anubis suddenly dropped to his knees, speaking nervously and somewhat haltingly. "I have been completely defeated. Lord Fang Mo is an existence I cannot overcome even if I give it everything I have."

"...Fuck!!!"

Fang Mo clearly couldn't hold it together anymore after hearing that and immediately started cursing.

He truly hadn't expected that he'd only gotten a little serious, yet the other party had suddenly decided not to play with him anymore.

"Come on, man."

Fang Mo immediately crouched down, placing both hands on Polnareff's—or rather, Anubis's—shoulders. He sincerely tried to persuade him. "Can't you adapt?"

"I, Fang Mo, haven't begged many people in my life. Just consider this me begging you—use your ability and adapt to my fighting style."

"Lord Fang Mo."

Anubis was truly on his knees now. He suddenly looked up, his face showing twenty percent pain, thirty percent helplessness, and fifty percent misery and despair. "...I really can't adapt to this."

"Then why the hell were you bragging that you could adapt to anything?!"

Fang Mo immediately became displeased. He simply kicked Anubis over, looking like he was furious at his failure to live up to expectations. "What the fuck do I even need you for?!"

"I..."

"At this point, I can only stuff you into someone's asshole."

Before Anubis could finish, Fang Mo sorrowfully gripped its hilt. "First, we'll find an immortal and indestructible Huojin in the Nether, weld your hilt to a wheelchair, then have him sit on it with his ass..."

"Wha?!"

Anubis's eyes went wide. "W-Wait! Didn't you say you were going to put me in a pig cage? How did it turn into this?!"

"Because you're a coward who fled from battle. If you'd been willing to fight