Youpi had not expected Qiao Lun to trade injuries with him.
To him, it was an unwise choice. As an Enhancer, he possessed recovery abilities his opponent could never hope to match.
So Youpi thought Qiao Lun should have dodged the attack that detonated his severed arm. Now that both of them were injured, he believed the advantage was swinging entirely in his favor.
I'll win!
For the first time since the battle began, Youpi felt that way.
The abilities and methods of attack Qiao Lun had displayed had simply given him too much trouble. Even when he was calm enough to work out the specifics of his opponent's abilities, he had no means of countering them.
Whether his opponent wanted to flee or keep attacking, the initiative had been entirely in his opponent's hands from the start.
But now things were different. The initiative was shifting toward him.
Yet the thought had barely formed before a sense of helplessness swept over Youpi.
Because, as though his eyes were playing tricks on him, he saw that the wound on Qiao Lun's shoulder had vanished. Only the blood that had spilled when he was wounded remained!
How was that possible?
Youpi blinked several times, still unable to believe what he was seeing was real.
But Qiao Lun gave Youpi no time to think. His figure flashed, and he appeared before Youpi again.
Youpi's arms had yet to grow back. Qiao Lun drove both claws precisely into his chest and abdomen, then flexed his muscles, tearing Youpi's body open with those razor-sharp claws.
"My recovery is even better than yours! What can you fight me with?!"
Qiao Lun roared as though venting his emotions. The restorative effects of Reverse Cursed Technique were simply beyond the healing Youpi's Enhancement could provide.
If Youpi's