Myne barely withdrew his hand when a three-meter-tall fist made of countless bugs slammed onto his head, smashing him into the blood pool. The fist didn't stop after the first surprise attack and the assault continued relentlessly until Mr. Bugman, who controlled the insects, sensed something amiss, as he felt like he was hitting something made of metal and losing countless bugs with each attack.
He detached a few hundred bugs into the pool to inspect Myne's condition. But upon closer examination, his nonexistent face contorted in anger. His target, whom he believed he was pulverizing, was actually lying casually inside the blood pool's surface with his hands behind his head without caring about the lack of air if he could breathe in the water or blood.
