Though Aiou denied it vehemently, with that big monkey face on him, there was hardly any conviction in it.
The fury in his heart gradually subsided. He looked at Zhang Sanfeng, danger glinting in his eyes, and asked, "When will this abnormal state fade?"
"Hahahaha, don't rush, don't rush. It'll fade on its own in about three days, and there'll even be some extra benefits. Little friend, why not look at the world from another angle? It has a unique sort of charm, too." Zhang Sanfeng laughed, utterly unconcerned about his own abnormal state.
Aiou's face darkened. He had to wear a giant monkey face for three days?
This had to be a joke!
He was so angry he wanted to hit someone. In the end, he drank several more bowls of meat soup before finally calming down.
Yet Zhang Sanfeng always felt that Aiou was only pretending to be angry, when in truth he was trying to freeload food and drink.
After eating, Zhang Sanfeng went to sleep. Aiou looked at him and asked, "Can I ask a question?"
"Oh, you finally couldn't hold it in any longer?" Zhang Sanfeng opened one eye and smiled at Aiou.
Aiou asked curiously, "The move you used to defeat Abe no Seimei at the First Martial Arts Tournament—what exactly was its secret? If it was merely an ordinary attack, then according to my calculations, it couldn't possibly have instant-killed Abe no Seimei."
Players at Zhang Sanfeng and Abe no Seimei's level generally had extremely thick Blood Shields, and their vitality was absurdly strong as well. To instantly kill an opponent, one needed at least quite a bit of charging and preparation.
Without any prerequisite skills, it was difficult for players to achieve an instant kill against one another.
"The Dao that can