Chapter 391: Wounded
This nobody, this random Battlemage from the slums had managed to draw blood from him. From Dasha Pang who had outmaneuvered the strongest soldier and had the Singaporean and Chinese government wrapped around his fingers. Dasha who continued his reign of terror from Earth and caused utter chaos in the Underground.
An impoverished unknown foreigner had created a flaw in him.
’That’s good.’
This was why Dasha came here.
To learn.
This was not Earth. Dasha theorized the concept of the soul but could never make it manifest. Why? Was it a lack of intelligence? No, he was perfect. It was a matter of realities, of history and principles and understanding.
This world, these gods, they were not yet within reach. They were nothing like the feeble societies on Earth and their desperate, pathetic humans.
Seeing his own blood confirmed that once more.
Following the slash, Besop cleanly switched to his staff. The tip glowed with concentrated magic and released a blast of force at Dasha’s chest. The impact sent a shockwave through the arena and Dasha was thrown backward, skidding across the ground. He nearly dropped to his knees as pain shot through his ribs—nothing broken, but bruised and bloody for sure.
Besop stood, breathing heavily but grinning. He knew that if he had attempted to add an element to that attack, Dasha would have countered.
’Excellent instincts.’