Facing an Ancient God for a Year

In a moment, Fu Qian seemed to understand why his senior Kisaragi Chie chose to be a second-rate diviner.

At this moment, his performance as a first-rate swindler, though showcasing undeniable skills, clearly did not make the customer more satisfied.

Not only that, but the exquisitely crafted desk in front of him was silently exposed with several flaws by the Night Watchman, with wood dust silently falling.

And in his other hand, that oversized Zuo Lun had already been drawn again.

"That’s right, I am a Transcendent."

Facing the barrel of the gun that seemed ready to spew flames at any moment, Fu Qian thought for a moment, then added fuel to the fire.

!

Sure enough, true experts have personality. The Night Watchman member in front of him, almost at Fourth Phase strength, unexpectedly turned his gun around in the next moment, using it like a melee weapon, swinging it at Fu Qian’s face.

Winona clearly still believed Fu Qian’s words. After all, if it were an ordinary person, getting hit like that would likely shatter their face.

And in the face of such an attack, Fu Qian simply sat there, showing no reaction even as the wind whisked past his face.

The crisp metallic clash came from a bright short blade.

Just when Fu Qian’s face was about to be broken, this sudden cold gleam rigidly blocked Winona’s weapon.