Qingxiao moved his left arm. The spasms were slowly subsiding, and the burning pain was gradually easing under his accelerated healing.
He paused, interest practically spilling from his eyes:
"That packed a punch. Do it again."
The smile froze on Hajime Kashimo's face.
Again?
What did he have left to do it again?
He had emptied all the charge in his body, and there was no way he could build it back up anytime soon.
Looking at Qingxiao, who clearly still wanted more, he suddenly felt an absurd sense of helplessness.
Hajime Kashimo knew perfectly well that if they kept fighting like this, it was only a matter of time before he lost.
His opponent's body was like a bottomless pit. After fighting for so long, his speed and power had not dropped in the slightest. If anything, he grew more energetic as the fight went on.
By contrast, he had already used up nearly half his Cursed Energy, and his arm was still numb from taking two punches.
He had to find a way to turn this around.
Just then, the sky suddenly changed.
Heavy storm clouds pressed in from the western side of the park, darkening the deep-purple sky further. The wind suddenly picked up, whipping sand and dust into their faces.
First, a few cold raindrops struck their cheeks. Then came streaks of rain, and in barely a dozen seconds, it was pouring.
A curtain of rain instantly engulfed the entire Abandoned Industrial Park.
Water quickly spread across the ground, mixing with rust and dust to form murky puddles.
The rain drenched them, cold enough to pierce the bones, and rattled against the rusted steel frames.
Hajime Kashimo's expression changed.
Damn.
His electrical Cursed Energy leaked away when it came into contact with water.
Rainwater conducted electricity.