The two of them fell together.
The fragments scattered across the ground frightened them into hurriedly checking themselves for any new injuries.
Only after finding nothing wrong did they breathe a sigh of relief.
The fake Lin Mo turned to stare blankly at Lin Mo and asked uncertainly, "Was that you just now?"
Lin Mo gave an indifferent "Yeah."
The fake Lin Mo swallowed, then put on a composed front. "Looks like you're stronger than I thought. Good. People fight tooth and nail to join us, and I don't give them a second glance. Since you've done pretty well, I'll make an exception and let you join."
Lin Mo: "..."
After a moment of silence, Lin Mo continued, "Beat me, and I'll join."
The fake Lin Mo froze, then said with a hint of regret, "Are you a masochist? Always wanting to fight and kill. How boring. Forget it, I'm not taking you. Goodbye."
With that, he started to leave with his companions.
Just then, a cold, faintly mocking chuckle came from the Mochi House beside them.
Then a tall man stepped out of the Mochi House. He had short crimson hair, powerful muscles, long legs, and stitched scars on both cheeks. Pink tattoos covered his left arm, upper left torso, and left back, with a skull on his left arm and wings on his back. He wore a white scarf that resembled a flower, and his outfit had a distinctly black-metal style. He wore black gloves and a spiked band on his left arm, along with black jeans, a white pad on his left knee, and a black one on his right. His black leather boots had spikes and spurs at the heels.
This was the person Lin Mo had come to Donut Island to find: Katakuri, one of