He seed to have beco familiar with the werewolf's attack pattern. Breathing deeply, each ti the werewolf launched an assault, he either dodged purely on reflex or used "Blocking Specialization" to reduce the force of the impact.
"Ju Zipi has a strong learning ability. He mastered the Japanese syllabary in less than half a day on our side, and after that, just by observing in the store for a few days, he managed to fluently communicate with custors in Japanese," Top Bull said. "All in all, this kid is strange, he has so very special traits."
"Like what?" Ke Mingye asked.
"At first, after killing a few people, he would ask , 'Are we right or wrong?' and feel so guilty he'd cry for those people," Top Bull said. "Initially, I didn't pay much attention, but gradually I realized that he's the kind of person who can empathize with the enemy while precisely and accurately killing them. Later on, I don't know from which day, he seed to stop shedding tears for the superhumans he killed. And now... when he kills, he has a smile on his face, saying it makes him more approachable, and that he learned this from the host club."
As he spoke, he took a deep, harsh breath, "To be honest, I might be starting to lose track of what kind of person he has beco."
"From what you said, it feels like our Dungeon Ju has evolved from a kind-hearted university student into a dark, narrow-eyed character. You Japanese folks really do so serious damage," Ke Mingye complained in the tone of a square dance auntie, idly picking at his foot skin, his gaze shifting to Ju Zipi. The handso young man's face was splattered with blood from the blade, yet there was a faint smile on his lips, and a chilling light flickered in his narrowly opened eyes.
"To tell you the truth, I think we inadvertently awakened a monster," Top Bull said somberly.
Hearing this, Ke Mingye bowed his head and sighed lightly, "Ah, you Neon people who grew up brainwashed by chuunibyou ani, always like to use these chuunibyou words to describe soone. Doesn't it make you feel a bit embarrassed?"
"How would you Chinese describe it then?"
Ke Mingye thought for a mont then began a strong and forceful cultural export, "Normally in this situation, we would say 'aweso', or 'really aweso'. If we exaggerate a bit more, then 'super aweso'."
"I have an objection," Fan Quan suddenly said.
"Then you're not Chinese," Ke Mingye looked at him.
"No, I'm a feminist, and it's very unfair to describe soone's prowess with a male genitalia. Please be careful with your words," Fan Quan said.
"Then you're unbeatable, kid."
Top Bull glanced at the two joking around and felt sowhat puzzled, "Why does it seem like you guys are not very surprised by his performance?"
Fan Quan stood up from the ground and closed his book. Pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, he whispered in a voice only Top Bull could hear, "To tell you the truth, if you have to use 'monster' to describe soone, then objectively speaking, there should be soone here who's even closer to the term."
Top Bull turned his face towards Ke Mingye.
He squatted on the ground the whole ti, with his hands holding weeds and dangling in front of his knees, looking utterly bored.
"Him?" Top Bull asked.
"Who else?"
At that mont, Ju Zipi leaned slightly forward and saw the werewolf transform into a series of afterimages, charging at him from all directions.
Seeing this, he took a light breath, closed his eyes, and at the sa ti released the form of Rainfall Flow Dragon, reverting the blade back to its normal shape with a dark purple edge that glead malevolently in the dark. He lowered his body slightly, withdrawing the blade back into the sheath tied to his waist, both hands gripping the hilt in preparation for a Sword Draw Strike.
In the next instant, the werewolf's afterimages surged forward from all directions.
At the sa ti, the Demon Sword Muramasa burst forth from the sheath, like a demon that had devoured countless souls. It carved a moon-like arc through the air, accompanied by a howling cold wind.
The werewolf's afterimages dispersed all at once, and the real body, which was to the side, was sliced away, flying several ters. Following that, Ju Zipi lifted his right hand toward it, and a bottomless miniature black hole suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. A strong pull emanated from the hole, dragging the werewolf's body from mid-air towards his open palm.
[Black Suck (C-rank) (Extend your right hand to instantly pull a target in front of your palm side)]
Ju Zipi slightly lowered his wrist, his knuckles bent and then straightened, his hand turning a steaming red with a faint layer of steam grasping the hilt.
[Wrist Overload (D-rank) (Significantly increase the strength of your wrists)]
Then, rely lifting his right hand, he nonchalantly slashed at the werewolf hurtling towards him with the Demon Sword Muramasa in hand.
The somber purple blade slid from the werewolf's chest to its groin, and in an unimaginably fast speed, he sheathed the blade. The blade had not even a speck of blood, and it was cleanly retracted back into the sheath.
The next mont, the werewolf's body thudded to the ground, and a massive crack slowly opened up, splitting its body in two.
Ju Zipi's face was bathed in the freely spurting blood like a spring. Between his slightly grimacing lips, there was a smile that was quaintly innocent yet sinister, as if possessing both attributes at the sa ti.
[Final Strike!!! (Finisher!!!)]
[Boss Dungeon Werewolf Health: 10% → 0%]
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