"Here, kitty, little buddy." After successfully neutralizing Kinshiki's attack, Meihui looked at the pair mockingly.
Kinshiki's face betrayed no emotion, but Momoshiki's expression had turned frighteningly dark. The man before them was far too arrogant.
"You ant. You're courting death."
Momoshiki's gaze grew colder. Being repeatedly mocked by this man had angered him, and he now looked at Meihui as though he were already dead.
But Meihui wasn't about to stand there and let these two threaten him. All his life, he had lived by one rule: if you could use your fists, don't waste your breath.
Watching Momoshiki run his mouth, Meihui simply couldn't resist slapping him in the face. No wonder so many novel protagonists loved showing off and humiliating their opponents. It felt downright amazing.
So what if you're an Ōtsutsuki? I can cancel out your attack with a stomp of my foot.
But I wonder how you're going to defend against my next attack.
"Secret Technique: Great Slap Technique!"
Meihui used the Body Flicker Technique to appear before Momoshiki, opened his hand, and swung straight at his face.
"What? How is he so fast?" Watching Meihui suddenly vanish and reappear right in front of him, Momoshiki realized he hadn't seen how he had gotten there at all. As the palm grew larger in his vision, he froze. He couldn't dodge it.
Is this a fucking head-locking skill?
But when Meihui's mighty slap landed, he discovered that the person he had struck wasn't Momoshiki. Instead, a massive figure went flying. Kinshiki had stepped in to take the hit. Well, that worked too.
Watching Kinshiki fly away only made Meihui itch for more. He looked at Momoshiki in front of him and delivered a backhand slap, sending him flying as well.
He hadn't been able to dodge the