The wind along the East Sea Coast swept through the lingering embers of Black Lightning, tearing Bomber's slurred, manic laughter to shreds.
Half his body had been minced into bloody scraps, and his dark red formal attire hung from him like a filthy rag.
Blackened blood still seeped from his severed wrist, yet his mouth stretched almost to his ears, bloody foam clinging to his exposed gums.
Bomber kept rambling incoherently, "Little Xia Yuan... easy pickings... I'm going to win..."
Mo Shiyu asked in confusion, "He's got no trump cards left. Why is he still so happy?"
Xia Yuan's ruby-like eyes were devoid of emotion as he replied casually, "It's not unusual for someone to imagine they've won right before they die."
That single remark cleared everyone's confusion. Those who had found the scene unsettling relaxed a little after hearing Xia Yuan's explanation.
Someone muttered in response, "A character who smiles before dying? I'd say Himawari. Surely not Bomber?"
Someone else said, "Depends on the circumstances, but probably Yun Tianming."
Another added, "If we're counting the Four Great Classical Novels, then it's Lu Zhishen. 'As the tidal surge arrives on the Qiantang River, only today do I know who I truly am!'"
Someone even said, "The answer by elimination is obvious. Anyone besides me and Chu Tianqiu."
"..."
There was not a trace of pity in the molten-gold eyes of Saber Alter's clone. The Black Lightning coiled around her sword surged instantly.
"Excalibur Morgan."
No charge-up, no chant. Once again, she used her noble phantasm as casually as a basic attack.
Yet that black torrent of magical energy was more concentrated than any before it, crushing even the air into distorted ripples as it passed.
Bomber's dark red health bar could not withstand even half a second under the torrent.