Like a skipping stone, Gouchen tumbled and flew out, bouncing several times on the ground before crashing headfirst into a tree trunk.
The right hand hastily raised to block the Skull Shattering Hammer with a long sword was blown into a bloody mist under the impact of the shockwave.
"With all that nonsense, you think you're the protagonist?"
Gray Rain sneered, leaping high and swinging the iron hammer down again.
At the critical moment, the short sword in Gouchen's left hand instinctively pulled him sideways, creating distance.
"In my story, I am the protagonist."
Suspended among the treetops, Gouchen's beast-like face squeezed out a smile.
The Qilin bloodline within his body activated passively under the worsening injuries, accelerating the healing process together with the alchemy magic potion.
On the right shoulder's severed end, numerous granulations grew, intertwining to form a tiny, rudimentary baby arm, barely gripping the sword handle.
