As Han Shuo secretly observed them, his Divine Sense worked at high speed. Gradually, traces of understanding entered it. Their spoken language was unraveled and analyzed by his Divine Sense, organized into memories, and made his own.
"What's wrong with this guy? How can he not even speak?" The Purple-Eyed Girl blinked, looking at Han Shuo suspiciously.
"Could he be a spy from the Three-Eyed Race? But he doesn't really seem like one. His attacks are unfamiliar. What a strange fellow." The Green-Eyed Girl was equally puzzled and kept a very wary distance from Han Shuo.
"Yes, there's something strange about him. I have no idea what race he belongs to. How odd."
"Hmph, never mind. I'm leaving. We'll arrange another fight next time."
Seeing that they could not communicate with Han Shuo, whose strength was astonishing, the two girls could not be bothered to keep trying. Even together, they had been unable to do anything to him. They looked ready to leave.
"Wait!" After carefully reviewing his memories of their language, Han Shuo called out softly in a stiff, awkward voice.
At this, the two girls looked at Han Shuo with even greater suspicion. A chilling blade suddenly shot out of the back of the Green-Eyed Girl's left fist. Glaring at him in displeasure, she demanded in a clear, pleasant voice, "What do you mean by this? Pretending not to understand our language to deceive us-what are you after?"
The Purple-Eyed Girl was equally displeased and expressed it even more directly. Without warning, an arrowlike hook shot out of her smooth, fair shoulder and stabbed swiftly toward Han Shuo's chest. At the same time, the Green-Eyed Girl sprang into action, closing on him in an instant like a streak of green lightning. Her hands drew out two Flame Threads,