Smoke billowed wildly, and Gyokko vanished, pot and all.
But Su Chen had not intended to finish Gyokko with a single move. He knew his stamina had only just recovered, and killing his opponent in one exchange was surely unrealistic.
From the basement doorway nearby, Gyokko's voice suddenly rang out. "It seems we all underestimated you..."
Dim moonlight spilled freely, illuminating the room.
By the doorway, Gyokko's face gradually grew hideous.
"Why!" Gyokko's face twisted. "Why did you betray our friendship? Weren't we going to create the greatest work of art together!"
Su Chen said nothing and simply closed his eyes.
[Bullet Domain activated] [Hyper-Memory State activated] [Your ability to visually track motion has increased. You can see in greater detail...] [Your Clairaudience is operating at full capacity. Its realm has risen to Every Rustle of Wind and Sway of Grass...]
Since he could not see clearly, Su Chen would open his eyes a little wider.
He could also muddy the waters. After one use of Wind Rising, Clouds Surging, the room was now filled with drifting mist, and neither the human nor the demon could see the other clearly.
Clang!
In the darkness, shadows stirred.
After his attack failed, Gyokko swiftly drew his body back.
The room filled with the grinding of ceramic pots against the concrete floor.
Gyokko looked horrified.
Wasn't this brat's body injected with poison by Lord Muzan? Gyokko thought. I used all my strength in that last strike. By all rights, it should have died at my hands!
Gyokko began to panic.
Over the past few days, for the grand promises Su Chen had dangled before him, he had neither eaten nor slept well. He had not even drunk a mouthful of human blood, and his body was now badly weakened.
But why