"…Sigh…"
Su Xiaobai exhaled like a man clocking in for unpaid overtime at the gates of hell.
Around him, the battlefield was a blood-soaked swamp of failure. Shi Yan lay slumped, half a shoulder missing. Deng Lei bled out in a puddle of his own usefulness. Yu Feng was unconscious, and Ku Rong looked like someone had tossed a demonic ox into a meat grinder and added extra rage.
Su Xiaobai cracked his neck.
"Time to stop pretending."
He activated [Flicker Steps]—his figure vanishing, reappearing, zigzagging across the battlefield like a divine mosquito on crack.
Flash, dodge, step, and block.
Another claw came down from the heavens like divine judgment. He blocked it again.
Seventh time.
This time, the beast's claws scraped so close they shaved the nail off his pinky.
Su Xiaobai stared at his trembling hand.
"...I wasn't pretending?" he muttered.
He blinked.
"I've been using my full power this whole time…?"
No, wait. That couldn't be right.
