[Watching Jogo's wild flames, hot enough to melt steel instantly, leave nothing but a patch of black scorch marks on the sewer wall, the woman with stitches across her forehead showed no frustration. Instead, she narrowed her unfathomable eyes with interest.]
[She turned and patiently explained the underlying principles of the "Ten Shadows Technique" to Jogo, who was seething beside her after his attack missed, in a measured tone that almost resembled a scholar delivering a lecture.]
["Don't waste your effort burning that shadow, Jogo."]
["On a physical level, there is no oxygen in the shadow space that technique creates."]
["Even if we stand here and do nothing, with his body as badly injured as it was just now, he definitely won't last long in that completely suffocating environment."]
[While soothing the irritable special grade cursed spirit with her words, the woman was privately making calculations.]
[If his technique was the Zenin Clan's hereditary "Ten Shadows Technique," then he really did still have some rather troublesome things hidden away.]
[But setting her wariness of the technique aside, at this moment, the greater part of the emotion deep within her was a surge of "shock."]
[Recalling the exchange that had taken place over those few brief seconds, she furrowed her brows almost imperceptibly.]
[She had never imagined that, even in such an utterly hopeless situation, even after Mahito had just inflicted such brutally devastating damage on his soul, and even with his cursed energy plummeting, that man could still act with the cold rationality of a machine!]
[That perfect feigned death to lure in the enemy, that unhesitating spellcasting pushed to the limit, and that utterly decisive tactical dive... every last bit of it was far too abnormal!]
[The woman rapidly reviewed the intelligence on "Li Shunchen" in her mind.]
[Compared