"Is there a hole in your head?" Loki Foreman asked, eyeing Deacon Iversen with suspicion as he wiped a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth.
He had used the ninth blade move and injured himself, but the invincible aura around him remained unchanged.
Deacon Iversen replied calmly, "One of your slashes cut through my vital Qi. Though this is our first meeting, we can consider ourselves friends. To witness such a monstrous strike and experience it firsthand, I consider myself fortunate."
Loki rolled his eyes.
This guy was still cheerful despite being beaten up—clearly not normal.
