Under his words, Kamimura Raishin, that burly man, led his Divine Artifact just like a diligent security guard, pinned the Masked Demons rushing onto the stage to the ground, and then dragged them away one by one, as if they were unconsciously affected.
"I don't believe it!!"
His greatest reliance was easily cracked, Fujisaki Kouta's face changed dramatically, he denied it all, absolutely unwilling to believe it, went crazy trying to continue to manipulate the Masked Demons to launch attacks, but this ti it was all to no avail.
"That person over there, please be quiet, you are disturbing others..."
On the stage, Gu Mo frowned and looked towards the direction of the disturbance in the "audience," still politely saying this, well maintaining the role he wanted to play.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
"Why is there no reaction! Trash! A bunch of trash!"
Fujisaki Kouta gnashed his teeth, there was no chance he would obediently listen to Gu Mo's words at this mont, after all, the scene in front of him had suddenly beco abnormal, a weird atmosphere that threw the whole world off balance, and those deeply affected Gods and Divine Artifacts, even his own Masked Demons were inexplicably influenced...
This scene truly frightened him.
"Sir, please quiet down a bit..." Gu Mo on the stage seed slightly displeased, he reiterated the request, asking Fujisaki Kouta to remain quiet at this ti.
"..."
"..."
"I do as I please, what can you do about it? Stop pretending to be all mysterious, if you're capable, co hit !"
After a brief silence, Fujisaki Kouta smirked coldly with his high school student's body, after all, he was an ancient monster, naturally wouldn't panic easily, nor lose his composure. He used his experience to interpret, pondering the unreasonable events before him, quickly making all sorts of guesses.
—Illusion?
—Or sothing else?
But no matter what, this is definitely abnormal, he only needs to be certain of one thing—the other party absolutely does not have the capability to directly deal with him, they must have many restrictions! Otherwise, why not strike directly? Why go through all this trouble, it can't be just for fun, can it?
Understanding this fundantal issue in an instant, Fujisaki Kouta felt a sense of calm, he taunted while looking at the person on stage, is this all you've got?
"Ah, my bad temper... hold this for !"
Gu Mo, full of annoyance, directly handed the microphone to soone beside him to hold.
Then he quickly dialed on his phone, using his shoulder and head to hold it in place, while both hands swiftly took out sothing like a small dicine bottle, poured out a blue pill-like object from it, tossed it into his mouth like eating candy.
Ding-a-ling-ling—
A clear bell rang at this mont, coming from Fujisaki Kouta, and a spotlight shone down, illuminating him.
The latter was slightly stunned, feeling his mind was a bit slow, dazedly looking at the countless glances cast towards him, feeling he couldn't flinch, instinctively pulling out his own phone from his pocket. After looking at it for a mont, without knowing why, he pressed the answer key and tentatively held it to his ear.
—Slap!
A very loud and crisp sound!
His head tilted to one side, and the flesh on half of his cheek visibly reddened rapidly, Fujisaki Kouta felt the burning pain, completely stunned. At the sa ti, the scene erupted in thunderous laughter, laughter rising wave after wave, sweeping in all directions, forming waves of sound.
"Everyone saw it, right? He asked to hit him, so I did. I've never encountered a request like this in my life..."
On the stage, the host was laughing broadly, retracting his phone while shaking the hand he used for slapping, also justifying himself for hitting an audience mber.
"..."
Listening to the laughter all around, feeling the hot swelling on his cheek, finally realizing what happened belatedly, Fujisaki Kouta's other half of his face flushed red, turning a liver-like color, his eyes almost bulging out from rage.
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