Sainsai arrogantly rolled his neck, producing a string of crackling pops.
"Young and hot-blooded, ignorant and unaware—pitiful, truly pitiful."
"No matter how much you bolster or hypnotize yourself mentally, you will never bridge the absolute gap between us."
"It was rare for me to show mercy. Rather than rush to strike you down, I wished to grant you the most perfect redemption. Since you refuse to appreciate it in the slightest, we can only return to our original subject once more."
Weimeng answered expressionlessly:
"Stop gilding your own face. You're not merciful—you're arrogant. Just wait. I'll make you regret that arrogance soon enough."
Still arrogant, Sainsai reached up and scratched the back of his neck.
"Are you sure you should talk such a big game? Your companions haven't arrived yet."
Weimeng lowered his center of gravity.
"They're still far away. They can't influence us."
Sainsai straightened his back and instantly saw through Weimeng's lie.
"Oh? So that means they'll be here soon? Then it seems I should free you as quickly as possible. Don't worry. This will all be over very soon."
Weimeng answered without yielding an inch in presence:
"Is that so? As it happens, I was thinking the exact same thing."
Thus, the two said nothing further, simply standing face-to-face atop the shattered earth.
For a moment, the atmosphere grew oppressive to the extreme.
It was as though the air around them had been driven away by the intense killing intent of the hunter and the clown.
This was the eve before the storm descended.
The next instant, a circular brand appeared over Sainsai's chest, and his entire body became shrouded in dazzling firelight.
Weimeng, meanwhile, leaned forward, widened his eyes, held his breath, and stared fixedly at the prey before him, entering an unprecedented state of intense