"You shameless bastards!!"
Baseball Man was sickened by the three of them.
Not only would they not die, they were fighting dirty, too.
Since Meng Fan had absorbed the Mosquito Devil's ability,
he had a blood pool inside his body.
After he killed the Gluttony Devil last time,
the blood pool had filled to the brim.
It held a staggering 1,000,000 ml of blood.
That was equivalent to carrying an enormous blood bank around with him.
On top of that, Baseball Man couldn't kill Meng Fan. He could only kill Quanxi and Denji.
But in their weapon Devil forms, Quanxi and Denji could revive simply by drinking blood.
Whenever he finally managed to kill one of them,
Meng Fan would immediately replenish the fallen fighter's blood.
Then they would revive and rejoin the fight.
The three of them were essentially perpetual-motion machines now.
For the first time, Baseball Man experienced despair.
As Baseball Man kept dying and coming back to life,
he gradually realized something was wrong.
Gripping his bat with both hands, he swung at the three of them with all his strength.
A powerful gust blasted the three of them from the Movie Theater's entrance to its far end.
When they got up to continue fighting, they discovered Baseball Man was no longer there.
Whoosh!!!
Quanxi swiftly darted back to the Movie Theater's entrance to look for him.
"Meng Fan, he's gone."
"He must've gotten scared of us and run away," Denji said cheerfully. He seemed to still want more, and had started treating Baseball Man as a punching bag for honing his skills.
"He was scared, all right. I've figured out his ability. If he hadn't run, he probably would've died here."
From noon until dusk,
after a duel lasting six hours,
Meng Fan had figured out