I Didn't Tie You Up, Do You Believe Me?

"And then what, wait for you guys to repossess my house and then sell me off like an object?" Luo Ye sneered. "Guarantee I won't die? There are plenty of fates worse than death in this world. Do you take me for a fool?"

People without utilitarian value had no need to survive in Meteor City. If he agreed to Owen's conditions, he didn't even need to think to know what fate awaited him—it was nothing more than an empty promise.

Actually, he didn't want to think the worst of human nature, but alas, this world was just that screwed up.

Owen sighed and said no more, simply starting to throw punches again. Sonic booms rang out through the air, and Luo Ye tapped his feet, weaving through the fist wind and occasionally striking Owen with bolts of lightning.

However, because his range of movement was a bit too large this time, his attacks basically just grazed Owen's body and missed.

Luo Ye frowned tightly. This won't do. His fist wind is airtight, and it's hard for me to find an opening to attack him. My lightning can't hit him, and although it's also hard for him to hit me, wearing me down like this is way too disadvantageous.

If he and Owen were the same age, perhaps he would be willing to drag it out with Owen like this, but he wasn't.

His age was far too young compared to Owen's, and his spiritual power was insufficient. Owen, however, was an adult with plenty of Nen, so dragging it out like this was unfavorable to him.

He had to think of a way to get close to him and then use his strongest strike to knock Owen out. He didn't believe Owen could withstand an attack from such close