"Wuli, what's wrong?"
Hina noticed something was off with Wuli as they entered the conference room together.
Cold sweat poured down Wuli's face, leaving him pale. The instant he stepped into the room, he felt as if some terrifying beast had fixed its gaze on him. His hair stood on end, and his whole body trembled.
Does Kizaru already know it was me?
Wuli couldn't help wondering. Each time he had fought Kizaru, their clash had lasted only a few seconds, with gaps between them.
When he wasn't fighting, his power should have been hard to detect. His clothes concealed him, and when he attacked, he wore the system's Wuxia Hat, which could hide his aura.
Under Kizaru's invisible pressure, sweat had soaked the clothes beneath Wuli's Justice Coat. Even the wounds Kizaru had inflicted on him began to ache faintly.
Hina had no idea why Wuli had suddenly become like this. She assumed the injuries he had suffered fighting Shiryu of the Rain hadn't healed and were flaring up again.
She whispered in Wuli's ear, "Why don't you head back first? I'll explain it for you later."
A faint smile appeared on Wuli's pale face. He shook his head, wanting to say he was fine, but he couldn't get a word out. Kizaru was secretly testing him. If Wuli used his power to resist, Kizaru would immediately know whether he was the mysterious swordsman from before.
Hmm? Why is he targeting that young man? Fujitora, beside Kizaru, noticed what Kizaru was doing. His eyes remained closed, but he was puzzled.
"Hahaha! Wuli, my boy, there you are." A hearty, familiar laugh sounded behind Wuli. He knew who it was.
The moment the man came to his side, the terrifying pressure vanished. Wuli breathed a silent sigh of relief, grateful