Thud!
The moment the Fog Parasite died, the corpses it had controlled collapsed to the ground.
Nameless turned his gaze back to Su Jingyao. Her heart trembled, and she immediately let out a shout, determined to make one last dash for her life.
She clenched her fists and unleashed Ox Prison, the third form of the most basic Pearl Three Fists.
This move demanded exceptional footwork. It sought not victory, only to avoid mistakes, and was designed for fighting Mutated Beasts far larger than oneself. Its focus was on circling the opponent and deflecting its strength.
A faint smile crossed Nameless's face as he watched Su Jingyao's fist come at him.
Come to think of it, he had not used Pearl Three Fists in ages. He had simply grown too strong to need anything so basic.
Rather than rely on fancy tricks, he preferred Forceful Brick Toss: overwhelming skill with sheer strength.
Su Jingyao's punch struck the Nether Mist and met nothing. She immediately retreated, showing she understood the essence of Ox Prison. She was nervous, but she had not lost her head.
The next instant, the Nether Mist turned into tentacles and coiled around her arms and legs.
"I saved your life. Asking for a drop of blood isn't too much, is it?" Nameless said with a smile as Su Jingyao struggled.
But his voice sounded rather frightening coming through the Reaper Exoshell, and the Nether Mist tentacles gave Su Jingyao all kinds of unpleasant ideas.
A drop of blood?
What was this monster planning to do to her?
"Help! Help! Somebody help!" She struggled and cried out, hoping a powerful passerby might come to her rescue.
Nameless was about to open the Reaper Exoshell's chest and speak to Su Jingyao properly in his own body when a shout