Clear-Headed, Sane, and Mad

It was over.

It was finished.

This was the first thought and first notion to arise in Bige's mind.

He was like a clown twisting and turning in Naimus's palm.

Every thought and change of his had been determined by Naimus from the very beginning.

And like a fool, he had changed exactly in the direction Naimus had anticipated.

What was even more terrifying was the meaning behind that anticipation—Naimus understood fate.

If Pur had previously possessed a combat style designed to restrain Bige, that could still be attributed to Naimus's exceptional combat talent.

But now, there was only one possibility.

Naimus not only possessed extraordinary combat talent, but also understood fate.

The despair brought by that possibility nearly drowned Bige.

That suffocating despair made him feel as though he were in the Ocean.

His entire body was being crushed and submerged by pressure.

Because of it, his understanding of the Ocean deepened even further.

He had believed that he had glimpsed Mokania's fate and would surely receive fate's protection.

That was why he had chosen that strategy: reversing the essence of Ocean life, then unleashing an instantaneous burst.

Like a tsunami, he would completely crush Pur in the shortest possible time and secure victory.

It was an act of self-destruction.

Once he did it, most of his strength might be ruined afterward. His attributes could perhaps fall to five or six hundred, while his traits would likely be affected as well. Even his attribute output would be disrupted, leaving lasting consequences.

But Bige had not been afraid. He believed Mokania's fate would support him, and that such decisiveness would instead earn him points.

This self-destructive approach completely violated normal combat logic.

Therefore, there was practically no way such an extreme tactical strategy could have been predicted in advance. It