Sometimes, Xie De genuinely thought everyone in the Otherworld was insane. Some looked normal, but really, they were just insane in different ways and to different degrees.
Take Orion in front of him, for example. He looked honest and upright, but he was actually begging for a beating.
Xie De would always remember his first home. This bastard had sniffed him out like a dog and lain in wait, forcing him to move.
Then, on their second encounter, he had opened sniper fire without a word, leaving Xie De scrambling through the snow.
Their third encounter had been even worse. Deserting was one thing, but this bastard had stood there running his mouth and provoking him, as if none of it were his problem.
Xie De had traveled a rough road, one step at a time, and Orion was one of the obstacles that had bounced around the most enthusiastically.
Even now, he hadn't forgotten to make Xie De's life difficult.
Wonderful. Stay true to your original purpose, and see it through to the end.
Xie De would grant this particular obstacle the greatest dignity. Since they had stood on opposite sides from the beginning, he would kill him himself.
Cannons boomed, guns cracked, special items shattered, and blades whistled through the air.
The section of the building around them collapsed, then rapidly repaired itself under an unknown force.
Dull bricks, shattered walls, and collapsed floors drifted through the air, halted, then grew back into place.
The two figures kept moving through it all, like a Hollywood superhero blockbuster packed with special effects.
But soon, one of them was clearly outclassed.
Xie De's mechanical hand offered tremendous precision and strength. Even though the device's barrier prevented him from using the Ghosts' power, he still held a firm advantage.
Finally, he