"ZU MIN, you little shithead!" Wan Shou roared, veins bulging on his forehead.
"You didn't even notice that the fatty was in the enemy's camp, and you still dare call yourself smart?!"
No one in recent memory had infuriated him as much as that fat bastard, who had turned out to be a traitor planted cleanly by the other party.
Wan Shou forced himself to take several deep breaths, barely managing to suppress the urge to kill someone on the spot.
Just then, Mo Wen arrived beside him, his expression grim in a way that immediately set off alarm bells.
"I don't think this is enough," Mo Wen said quietly.
"What do you mean?" Wan Shou's eyes narrowed.
"The avatar I fought, only displayed a fraction of the true body's strength. If my analysis is correct, each clone projects a different aspect of the main body's power." Mo Wen replied.
A chill crept into Wan Shou's spine.
"Are you saying," he asked slowly,
"that he's been playing with us this entire time?"
Mo Wen shook his head.
