Bibi Dong had become a monster that knew only how to kill. She no longer understood fear.
So Gangzi charged straight in. It wasn't that he didn't want to use Luo Sanpao. He simply felt that, now that he had the strength of a Titled Douluo, relying on a Fart Soul Skill would damage his image as the Theoretical Master.
The sharp Spider Legs were about to pierce Itadori's chest and stomach.
Expressionless, Itadori slowly raised a hand, seemingly intending to block the strike with his palm.
"Utterly foolish!" Gangzi sneered, his face full of confidence.
But the next instant, his expression froze.
The spider spike never touched Itadori. Countless tiny Slashing attacks blocked it.
"This... won't kill a clown like you outright, will it?" Itadori murmured, slowly raising his hand.
"Black Flash!" Itadori threw a casual punch. Black-and-red lightning intertwined as his fist slammed into Gangzi's face, which was covered in black chitin.
"Aaaaaah!"
Gangzi had never experienced pain so intense. Pig squeals burst from him one after another.
Ordinarily, anyone who reached the level of a Titled Douluo possessed extraordinary endurance.
Take the famous Demon Pill theory: during the battle of the five, Satoru Gojo's Demon Pill was repaired hundreds of times with Reverse Cursed Technique, and he didn't so much as furrow his brow.
That was the endurance of the strong.
But Gangzi was a level 29 Soul Grandmaster. Even a medicinal bath would probably make him complain that it stung. If he had any impressive endurance at all... it was probably in one particular region below the belt.
After taking a Black Flash, even Gangzi's eyes cleared.
"Wait, I, the great Master, am..." Gangzi actually wanted to beg for mercy. But mindful of his current status, he maintained the bearing of an expert, clasping his hands