That's quite an attack, and I've received that determination.
In a fleeting moment, the great sword, the whiteness, the headless swordsman, all vanished into nothingness.
Including one of Fu Qian's arms.
It wasn't a bluff, but rather a self-immolation.
The attack from the White-Hot Knight was finally unleashed in full force.
As a result, Fu Qian's entire right arm, along with his shoulder, vaporized and couldn't be healed in the short term.
Like the earlier wound piercing his chest, the damage was far beyond just superficial flesh.
And the final act of severing its own head did indeed make that whiteness become purer and more formidable.
It's really something, even for a Second Phase contender, it's been a while since I've received such injuries.
Looking at his own incomplete body, sensing a familiar crystalline feeling at the wound, Fu Qian turned to another direction, bowed slightly to the empty space before him, as a gesture of gratitude.
