Choso's pupils abruptly shrank to pinpoints, and his combat instincts as the eldest of the Death Painting Wombs made him decide in an instant.
He did not retreat. Instead, his Cursed Energy surged, and crimson blood seeped through his skin.
His signature dark red markings appeared on his face as he activated Flowing Red Scale at full power.
His body temperature, pulse, and red blood cells' oxygen-carrying capacity were pushed to their limits in an instant. Driven by Cursed Energy, the blood throughout his body raced wildly, multiplying his strength and speed several times over.
He brought his hands together, fingertips facing each other. As though drained from his entire body, all his blood gathered at his fingertips, finally condensing into a blood-red spear two meters long.
A cold gleam flickered at its tip, its Cursed Energy compressed to the utmost.
"Die!"
A low roar tore from Choso's throat as the blood-red spear shrieked through the air, thrusting straight at Qingxiao's heart.
He staked all his Cursed Energy on it. Even if he died, he would leave a hole in the accomplice to his younger brothers' murder.
Choso's mind went blank for an instant.
He had not even seen how his opponent struck.
Only when a bone-deep chill spread from his lower back did he sluggishly lower his head and see a bloodstained fist protruding from it. Tiny black particles of light lingered around the fist-a Black Flash, which only appeared when Cursed Energy vibrated to its utmost.
It had taken just one punch.
The killing move he had poured everything into was no different from paper before his opponent.
"Squelch-"
Blood splashed onto the rails, blooming into glaring flowers.
Blood poured from Choso's mouth. Flowing Red Scale deactivated, and he flew backward like a kite with its string cut,