Genji Wakana stared at the newly appeared "Wang Jiang," his breath catching slightly.
"Do you think there is anything else... I need to improve?" The newly appeared "Wang Jiang" repeated his earlier question.
The voice came through the mask, still carrying that deliberately measured, unhurried tone.
A cold gleam erupted in Genji Wakana's eyes, and the blade in his hand tore through the air once more! This time, after severing the head, he cut the body in half at the waist.
The purpose of cutting through the waist was to sever the spine. Genji Wakana did not believe there were real ghosts in this world. So-called ghosts were merely people with Dragon Blood, and the spine was a reptile's second neural center.
Then he bent down almost frantically, his five fingers digging tightly into the edge of that deathly pale Court Noble Mask as he tore outward with all his strength!
The mask, fused to flesh, was forcibly ripped away, exposing a blurred mass of blood-drenched subcutaneous tissue. It was horrifying to behold, yet... exactly the same.
Exactly the same as the "face" beneath the mask in his memories!
Could I have judged wrong? Is this the real Wang Jiang? The thought flashed through Genji Wakana's mind.
No, that was not right. The other party had already admitted he was not the Wang Jiang Genji Wakana knew. The real Wang Jiang had no need to toy with him in such a clumsy manner. He was not a cat that enjoyed playing with its prey, but a spider lurking in the shadows, controlling everything with its threads!
That left only one possibility: this mysterious person possessed a trait similar to Wang Jiang's—he could not be killed!
A faint glimmer of light suddenly pierced the heavy gloom in his heart.
Genji Wakana