Chapter 834: Chapter 832: Ignite (Six) Chapter 834: Chapter 832: Ignite (Six) Before, I ntioned that Catherine wasn’t the goal.
It was chosen because a demigod also picked this place.
Just now, outside the door, Fu Qian knew he wasn’t the only one paying attention to Catherine.
This extrely stylish demigod had been closely monitoring Catherine’s every move from the start, ready to act at any mont.
This was why Fu Qian believed this was a significant cog in the wheel.
And the reason for his impatience was quite simple, the Skyfall Blade was obviously his handiwork.
Although I don’t know how he did it, the hand beneath the table likely held so weapon and then stabbed out through another mirroring surface.
“What should I call you?”
After neutralizing the Skyfall Blade, Fu Qian didn’t rush anything but just looked at the stiff Mirror Knight and asked.
“How did you know?”
The Mirror Knight, unable to hide his shock, but unwillig to answer his question.
“Good question.”
Fu Qian didn’t mind much and even withdrew his hand the next mont.
Facing this, the other party got the hint and placed his hand on the table.
And from this angle, his hand was still holding nothing.
“What a magical weapon, it’s just a pity its wielder is sowhat lacking.”
Fu Qian began with a full dose of sarcasm, pointing at the shattered tabletop and scoffing.
“Do you really think such a clumsy performance could fool anyone?”
“Anyone who could calmly watch monsters wreak havoc and wait for suspicious people to act wouldn’t lose their temper over such a dubious answer. That performance just now was truly an insult to one’s intelligence.”
“I’m even curious who you usually deal with? To make you so presumptuous.”
“So, you knew I was nearby all along?”
After a long silence, Mirror Knight finally spoke.
And although his face couldn’t be seen, the effort in maintaining a steady tone seed to reflect his injured pride.
“Yeah, wondering what you were up to was one of my reasons for coming into this shop.”
Fu Qian answered with absolute honesty, looking sowhat regretfully at the ground.
“Of course, the flavor was also quite worth the audience.”
…
Mirror Knight fell silent for a few seconds again, the next mont a strange sound arose.
The helt, made of over a hundred mirror pieces, centered on the eyes, collapsed and folded outward, revealing a fairly young face.
His features were stern, he seldom smiled, and even with the helt on, his brown hair was ticulously trimd, showing he was soone who cared deeply about his appearance.
“Ballard, Grim Ballard.”
With his real face revealed, he introduced himself with a cold expression.
“So, Mr. Andiel, you still haven’t answered , why are you here?”
Despite stating his na, he clearly wasn’t ready for small talk, only showing a bit of willingness to communicate.
“Didn’t I just tell you? I’m an audience.”
Fu Qian said, smiling and pointing at his eyes.
“I’m just watching the play here. It was lively, so I stepped in, but since you weren’t moving, I decided to help push the story along.”
Audience?
Mirror Knight Ballard seed to realize sothing.
“Outsider?”
“Outsider.”
Fu Qian nodded earnestly.
And while talking, he even repeated the old trick, his fingers reaching up again.
What’s with people these days, always loving to play the wise guy from above?
And this ti he clutched not the invisible, intangible sharp blade, but a gracefully curved claw.
This dark crimson, pointed claw clearly belonged to the end of a slender appendage.
And though it wasn’t as inscrutable and unpredictable as Ballard’s attacks, the embedded lethality was astonishing.
Fu Qian had no doubt that if he were to be struck once, even his skull would be penetrated.
Furthermore, its timing was particularly cunning, appearing just after he realized Ballard’s sneaky assault.
In such situations, even the wary might subconsciously relax against the sa tactics.
Unfortunately, what do true professionals know—attackers will never understand.
At that mont, the claw was firmly trapped, unable to advance or retreat.
Yet, even when its cover was blown, it still exhibited a malicious nature.
The next mont, the seemingly indestructible claw actually split down the middle.
A new, more slender claw, as if ford from congealed blood, protruded outward, aiming straight for Fu Qian’s head.
How ferocious—the downfall of many heroes and valiant n!
In his contemplation, Fu Qian’s left hand, which he was waving, suddenly swelled, and he counter-stabbed along the trajectory of the claw.
Great minds think alike.
Hence, almost instantly, the standstill assassination turned into a literary Gestalt.
If it continued, his own head might be perforated, while the assailant would end up with five holes.
In fact, his opponent couldn’t even cease their attack, as Fu Qian hadn’t loosened his grip on the claw since the start.
…
Crack!
At the critical mont, the claw in Fu Qian’s hand actually snapped, leaving only the tip.
This act of cutting off one’s limb allowed his counterattacking finger thrust to miss.
Ah!
The next mont, a painful cry descended from above, though it couldn’t hide the languid seductiveness.
“This really hurts!”
Accompanied by the flirtatious complaint, two more claws slowly descended, ultimately touching the ground.
With the claws retracting, the figure they supported likewise descended and appeared before Fu Qian.
She was an extrely stunning woman, her full, lush lips and slender, soul-snaring eyes captivating.
Yet what drew the eye was her thick, red hair.
It almost exceeded lushness, andering downwards and playing the role of clothing in its unique way.
Even so, her movents revealed more of her voluptuous, keystone-like physique than even Catherine’s.
The dark crimson claws were not part of her extremities, but bone wings that protruded from her back. Fu Qian even noticed that one wing was missing a section.
“Such a handso young man, yet so violent?”
As the Clawless Queen sat down, her first act was to gently stroke her severed limb, tears welling in her eyes.
“Ah? Wasn’t it a gift for ?”
Fu Qian looked even more surprised than she did, skillfully playing with the broken claw, making it dance between his fingers.
“I thought you were giving a token of affection by breaking it off!”
This bizarre line rendered the sultry queen utterly speechless.
And watching the other party handling her severed limb ignited an uncontrollable blaze within her.
“It pleases if you decide to keep it.”
After a deep breath, she turned and glanced at Ballard with a look of reproach.
“Ballard, why didn’t you help just now?”
It was clear the two were acquainted.
“Idiot!”
Ballard didn’t fall for it, his emotions seemingly finding an avenue for release at last.
“If I had intervened, you may have been dead by now.”
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