"Ah, ah, what a fine speech about turning the tables on your host!"
Jietisikoki wiped away tears of laughter with one hand while applauding Ye Chen in praise.
"I truly never expected that, in your current hopeless predicament, you would still have the nerve to turn around and threaten me."
"Ye Chen, I really admire you—admire you in every sense of the word."
"But regrettably, we are both hunters, and we both see each other as prey."
"So, just as you are convinced that you will absolutely be able to kill me in the end—"
"I likewise—"
Before Jietisikoki could finish his answer, Ye Chen suddenly kicked off the ground and charged forward. His entire body instantly turned into an afterimage, flashing toward the nearby Jietisikoki with a blood-red edge aimed straight at him!
Clang!
A sharp, piercing clash of blades rang through the entire shack.
Jietisikoki remained seated, holding his machete diagonally before him as he steadily blocked Ye Chen's swiftly swung pure Blood Blade.
The next second, the Blood Blade collapsed, and Ye Chen's arm bent backward.
Once again eroded by the power of "Blood Transmission, Mortal Flesh," Ye Chen's body immediately burst with blood. He lost his former strength and dropped to one knee on the ground, his arm torn apart.
"Urgh!"
Jietisikoki flicked the blood from his machete, then mocked Ye Chen without the slightest hurry.
"That is the price of interrupting me. I hope you remember it well."
Yet Ye Chen paid Jietisikoki no heed. Holding his breath and focusing his mind, he stared fixedly at his twisted arm.
Whoosh!
A faint black gleam flashed over the young man's joints. Immediately afterward, the fractured arm contracted back into its original shape with a snap, like a rubber band.
"Oh, your recovery speed is getting faster