Before Qingxiao could bring his hand down, Higuruma dispelled his Cursed Technique?
His Cursed Tool was back, and he could use his Cursed Technique again.
Qingxiao watched Higuruma's hand drop, watched his shoulders tremble slightly, and suddenly realized something.
This guy... wasn't waiting for something. He couldn't bring himself to do it?
Qingxiao pulled his strength back, but his palm still struck the back of Higuruma's neck. It simply went from "severing his spine" to "sending him flying."
Higuruma flew forward, hit the stone paving, rolled twice, and landed facedown.
Higuruma lay on the stage floor, his face pressed against it, gasping. He did not get up for a long time.
Qingxiao walked over, stood beside him, and looked down at his sorry state.
"That was your only chance to beat me."
Higuruma slowly rolled over onto his back and stared at the hole in the ceiling, moonlight falling across his face.
"I can't pass judgment," Higuruma said, his voice harsh and hoarse.
At that moment, there were no complete thoughts in Higuruma's head, only fragments.
His own sword hand, trembling beyond his control.
The bench at the High Court, that judge in his robes, his face wearing exactly the same calm as he brought down the Gavel.
Impartial, indifferent, as though handling some insignificant piece of merchandise.
The judge lying on the floor, eyes wide, shifting from shock to fear before slowly dimming.
He had killed that judge because the judge was unjust.
Now he held the Executioner's Sword and was about to kill Qingxiao.
He knew Qingxiao had not lied. Those people had all deserved to die. Every one of them had done something to warrant death.
Could a judge sentence someone to death just because they "deserved to die"?
If so, what exactly separated him from that