"Boom!"
Lusfan's iron-blue complexion turned even more fierce, and he now almost looked naked, his body covered in wrinkled, hard skin, resembling a plucked wild beast.
Although unsightly, with the support of the dark power, Lusfan's strength had increased far beyond what it had been before.
He stooped slightly, easily catching Henrik's shot arrow.
"Are you just a man who flaps his gums?" Lusfan sneered coldly.
Henrik was indifferent to the implications in the words, revealing a meaningful smile.
"What a pity, you've been fooled again."
Lusfan was startled at first, then the arrow shaft he gripped tightly exploded abruptly.
Without gunpowder or a violent explosion, a subtle gas was inhaled into his nostrils during the moment of Lusfan's distraction, and as the morning breeze blew, it seemed as though something settled onto his body.
"No gunpowder, and now you turn to poison?"
Lusfan scoffed.
"The tactics of the weak."
