But he wasn't disappointed in the slightest. If anything, he found it even more interesting.
Every time he urged him to use his domain, the guy bristled and hissed. Watching him stubbornly hold out to save face was more entertaining than seeing him open his domain.
Then he'd urge him a few more times.
Qingxiao chuckled, dodged his heavy punch, and lightly brushed his elbow aside with the back of his hand.
"What's the rush?" There was a hint of laughter in his voice. "I was just asking."
Hajime Kashimo grew even angrier.
Just listen to that tone!
Like he was teasing a cat!
He gritted his teeth and attacked even harder, yet somehow, he didn't feel quite so frustrated anymore.
Being unable to win was one thing. Being toyed with was another.
But he had to admit... this fight was so fucking satisfying.
They punched at the same time.
Hajime Kashimo mustered the last of his strength, his right fist wrapped in what little faint Cursed Energy remained, and drove it straight at Qingxiao's heart.
He knew this punch couldn't hurt him, but he wanted to throw it anyway.
To keep fighting until he couldn't anymore.
Qingxiao also punched straight out, aiming for his shoulder.
He had planned to meet him head-on with pure physical strength as before, keeping the force at a level that would "hurt, but not cripple."
But by now, Qingxiao was far too worked up.
Before his mind could react, his body had already responded instinctively.
Cursed Energy naturally surged along his fist, the timing precisely within one millionth of a second.
The instant a pitch-black halo burst around his fist, Qingxiao's heart lurched.
Shit.
I didn't hold back.
It was already too late to pull back.
Bzzzt-!
The impact of Black Flash spread outward