Wang Qi twisted his head back, his neck bent at a chilling forty-five-degree angle. "How did that saying go... kill one and break even, kill two and make a profit... This round isn't a loss. I've got nothing left to be afraid of."
He did not look at anyone in particular as he said it. Yet the remaining woman felt Wang Qi's peripheral gaze sweep over her, there and gone. It was indifference. It was contempt.
This fellow did not even regard her as an enemy worth fighting... He was merely... merely... hunting harmful beasts and exterminating pests!
The woman trembled all over and could not help letting out a shriek.
"Stop, Junior Sister Lan." The swordsman's voice was still hoarse, but with Sword Qi leaking from him, it was no longer so stiff. "He definitely isn't uninjured... cough, cough..."
Though the swordsman stressed that Wang Qi could not possibly have escaped unscathed, the sight of him coughing blood was hardly convincing. The woman shook her head slightly and retreated several more steps. Wang Qi, on the other hand, turned around and chuckled. "Exactly right. I didn't even use the Imprisoning Thunder Mantra just now. Every muscle in my body has been electrocuted until it's crackling, and it hurts like hell—let me explain it for free to you idiots who can't understand: the Imprisoning Thunder Mantra absolutely isolates inside from outside. To draw away the electricity, I had to take it head-on. I can barely exert any strength now, and I've only got fifty percent... oh, sixty or seventy percent of my mana left. My knees hurt like crazy too." As he spoke, he touched beneath his ribs again. "Oh, right. That idiot over there with the sword also cut me here."
"This... this is practically no injury at all..."