"I'm already dead?!"
Qin Siyang stared at Duke Henry in astonishment, utterly unable to understand what had happened.
Yet Duke Henry had completely withdrawn his Clone Skill, leaving only the Black Mist Armor on his body. It hardly looked like a feint.
Clearly, in Duke Henry's eyes, this battle really was over.
But Qin Siyang was still deeply confused.
He looked down at his body. The effect of Domain Banquet Order had not disappeared, and his skin still gave off a faint reddish-gold glow.
The Godslayer Spear was in his hand, and every swing still carried his full strength.
Even his other skills remained available, none of them locked. He could still activate them normally.
He looked at Duke Henry. "Do you have some kind of rule-based skill that guarantees I'll die in a few minutes? I find it hard to believe you could have a skill like that and still fail to become a Star Lord."
Duke Henry shook his head. "Of course it isn't anything like that. If the skill you're describing existed, what chance would the rest of us have?"
"Then why are you so certain I'm going to die?"
Duke Henry glanced at Qin Siyang. "You really are strong. To think you could hold out this long."
Qin Siyang's heart grew heavier.
Duke Henry looked at Qin Siyang again. "Qin Siyang, frankly, you're the strongest person I've encountered in a hundred years. If my skill weren't so powerful, I would definitely lose to you."
"Then again, if your skills weren't excessively powerful, you wouldn't be standing before me either."
"We've both benefited from powerful skills. Neither of us has any right to complain about the other."
Qin Siyang did not answer him again. Instead, he took out the Storage Box and poured all manner of medicinal