"It wasn't you!" Ueno Kei's expression changed as he spoke coldly.
"It was me, and yet it wasn't me!" The figure gave a cold laugh and replied casually. Ueno Kei frowned. No, that voice was wrong. It was not supposed to sound like that. It carried an intensely familiar feeling.
Familiar? Ueno Kei's expression suddenly changed. Hadn't that voice just now been his own? A chill ran down his spine!
"Who exactly are you?" Ueno Kei asked with a frown, his tone icy. The bleeding from his abdomen had stopped, and his injuries had eased somewhat. Only afterward did he realize that the previous strike had not been because the person before him was exceptionally powerful. Rather, he had simply erased his aura and every trace of his existence completely—or perhaps he had never possessed something like an aura to begin with, which was why he could carry out such a sneak attack.
But things were different now. A faint white glow shone from Ueno Kei's eyes as he stared fixedly at the person before him, denying him another opportunity to attack. At the same time, he mobilized Hamura's power to protect himself. Rather than passively waiting for that power to react on its own, he took the initiative to defend himself. This way, Ueno Kei was confident he would not be caught so easily again!
Facing someone like this, he no longer felt much fear.
However, Ueno Kei had to find out what kind of existence this person was, and why he felt such a faint yet intensely powerful sense of familiarity deep inside. It left him extremely uneasy, unstable, even nauseated and panicked.
It was a bizarre phenomenon. At his level of strength, few things could shake Ueno Kei anymore. That was what concerned him the most!
"Who