The Deep's terrified sobbing cut off abruptly. He stared blankly at Kailong's retreating figure, as though he saw tremendous terror in those desperately writhing tentacles.
What had frightened his big cousin Kailong so badly?
Blindspot pressed down on the wound in his leg. His ears twitched, and the same puzzled expression appeared on his face.
Had that creature that seemed to be an octopus run away?
After their exchange just now, he knew full well how terrifying Kailong was.
Its physical strength alone was enough to crush him and The Deep, leaving the two second-rate superheroes utterly helpless.
Even more terrifying were its intelligence and ability to learn.
Blindspot had a better head on his shoulders than The Deep, and he soon recalled a detail.
When Kailong's tentacles had stretched out and curled back up earlier, it had been learning his technique for throwing his double-spiked fighting baton, not having some inexplicable fit.
That damned octopus had watched him throw his double-spiked fighting baton just twice, then imitated the throwing motion within mere seconds and successfully hurled it, with speed and accuracy that were every bit his equal.
The Deep climbed off the ground and looked blankly at Blindspot. "Bro, where did it go?"
Blindspot turned his head away irritably. "You're asking me? I'd like to ask you where this big cousin of yours came from, trying to kill us both right off the bat."
"It..." The Deep hesitated. "Big cousin is just something I call him. Don't take it seriously. He's not really my cousin."
Blindspot nodded, convinced. "So that's it. I thought so. You're human. You couldn't possibly have an octopus relative."
He gave The Deep a somewhat apologetic smile and stood up through the pain. "Sorry, bro. At first, I suspected you'd been fooling around with some