Watching Lucius's movements, Lin Fan lowered his stance as well, preparing to fight him to the death.
The slick whip of flesh swung through the air, slicing across the surface of the blood pool under precise control. A wave of blood whipped up by the lash surged toward Lin Fan. He quickly drew his gun and fired, but the Hellgun's heat rays were swallowed by the waves of thick crimson plasma, failing to even punch a single hole through them.
A whip thrust straight through the blood wave, opening a hole in it before rapidly stabbing toward Lin Fan.
Too fast. Too close. There was no way to dodge the attack.
The fleshy whip possessed a sharpness and hardness utterly unlike its soft appearance. It effortlessly pierced through the Hellgun's muzzle and continued into Lin Fan's armor.
The Hellgun was punched clean through and completely ruined. A massive hole had also appeared in Lin Fan's Tempestus Scion armor. The pressure imbalance between the inside of his armor and the cabin caused oxygen to continuously spray from his chest. An ordinary mortal would have died of hypoxia even if the wound itself did not kill them.
"This feel... something's wrong with you, kid." Lucius had not heard the sound of flesh being pierced, nor had he felt the weight of skewering this mortal unaffected by the stasis field. The blood wave gradually fell, slapping against the surrounding walls, while Lucius appeared before Lin Fan once more.
The helmet pressed against his face informed him that he was rapidly losing oxygen and heat. Ice crystals had begun forming inside parts of his armor. But Lin Fan did not care. He felt nothing, only a breeze blowing through his chest.
"You took a hit from me without a scratch. Are you a chosen