Then, suddenly realizing something, she looked around but didn't see Fu Lin's figure, so she asked the others,
"Wait, where's Fu Lin? He's gone! Could he have really turned into ashes?!"
"Kiana, what nonsense are you talking about? How could I die so easily!" Fu Lin's figure appeared behind Welt II, speaking as he sent his glowing fist for a close encounter with Welt II.
"Wa, wait—!" Before Welt II could even react, he was blasted away like a cannonball, crashing heavily onto the distant ground.
Watching the thick smoke and dust rise where Welt II landed, Fu Lin twisted his wrist, casually ripped off his white shirt, and dove into the dust cloud.
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Everyone in St. Freya listened intently, their expressions tense, to the constant sounds of scuffling coming from the rolling clouds of dust.
Their heartbeats grew more frantic, and every gaze was tightly locked onto that smoke-filled area, eager to see what was happening inside. But with their vision blocked, they could only judge the situation by sound.
Kiana, as if performing a magic trick, somehow pulled out a bag of popcorn from somewhere, tore it open, and began popping the golden, crispy kernels into her mouth, crunching noisily while keeping her eyes glued to the front.
Even though they couldn't see anything, just by the sounds, they could tell the fight was evenly matched, each punch landing with a heavy, meaty thud.
"That intense... will Fu Lin be alright?" Kiana muttered to herself, her brows furrowing slightly, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes.
After all, Fu Lin was one of her best friends. If anything happened to him, Kiana would definitely be very upset.
Saying that, she grabbed another handful of popcorn and tossed it into her mouth.
"Kiana, share some with me." Fu Shi quickly walked over to Kiana's side, gently patted her thigh, then looked up with her big eyes, reaching out a small hand and coquettishly asking for some.
Kiana looked down at Fu Shi and couldn't help but find it a bit funny — she hadn't expected the usually combative Fu Shi to ask her for food.
"Here you go." Kiana squatted down and handed the popcorn to Fu Shi, then withdrew her gaze and focused intently on the battlefield again.
As the battle continued, the ferocity of both sides' attacks grew, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart.
Everyone's heartbeats sped up uncontrollably. Kiana gripped the popcorn bag tightly, her palms starting to sweat, and her whole body boiling with excitement.
But as the smoke gradually cleared, the figures of the two fighters finally became visible.
Everyone had been expecting an intense, no-holds-barred clash of titans, but the scene that unfolded before them left everyone dumbfounded...
"Tell me, who sent you!"
"Mmmph!"
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"Speak!"
"Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph!"
∟(◎?◎∟)
"Still not talking, huh?!"
"Mmmph!"
∟(◎?◎∟) "This is your last chance, talk or else!"
"Mmmph mmmph mmmph!"
∟(◎?◎∟)
"Hah, I don't believe it! Let's see if your mouth is tougher than my fists!"
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Fu Lin, shirtless, was straddling Welt II, his back muscles as rugged as mountain peaks, his waist muscles flowing smoothly and powerfully, sharply contrasting with his lower body.
His left hand clamped down tightly on Welt II's mouth like an iron vise, completely silencing him;
Meanwhile, his right hand swung wildly in the air, raining down punches like a violent storm onto the figure beneath him!
The tightly drawn muscles of his arm looked like undulating mountains, each punch as fierce and powerful as if he wanted to blow Welt II's head apart.
Yet strangely, even though Fu Lin's fists were landing solidly on Welt II's face, leaving clear and deep imprints, those imprints would vanish in the blink of an eye, as if by magic, leaving Welt II's face perfectly intact and unscathed...
The bizarre and absurd scene was almost unimaginable, as if time itself had frozen. Everyone stared wide-eyed in astonishment, completely at a loss for how to react.
Kiana gaped, the popcorn she was chewing falling from her mouth onto the ground. She gasped sharply and exclaimed,
"Hiss, this is too brutal, I can barely watch!"
Theresa, who had walked over, couldn't help but nod repeatedly in agreement, feeling a hint of sympathy for Welt II.
Fu Shi (＃－.－) looked at Fu Lin, who was interrogating while still covering Welt II's mouth tightly, and muttered in confusion, 'Is Fu Lin just venting on this guy?'
Theresa glanced at the unmoved Fu Hua, a trace of hesitation in her eyes. After a moment of internal struggle, she finally asked, "Fu Lin is hitting and healing at the same time, so that guy won't die... but should we stop him? I really can't keep watching this."
However, Fu Hua stood there like a statue, completely motionless, her gaze never once leaving Fu Lin.
Fu Hua's eyelashes trembled slightly, her expression somewhat grave, her heart full of doubt toward Fu Lin, "This guy... he's obviously so strong, so why did he take my punch head-on earlier, and his face even showed real pain back then..."
Fu Lin wiped the sweat from his forehead, a look of relieved ease finally appearing on his slightly tired face.
He slowly released his iron grip on Welt II's mouth and flexed his slightly sore fingers, then asked again,
"Phew, now do you have anything you want to say?"
"I'll talk, I'll talk! It was Cocolia who sent me, told me to take the Third Herrscher, Raiden Mei, back to Anti-Entropy..."