Brother Jake’s judgment, to be honest, wasn’t wrong.
What had shocked him moments ago was the corruption of the symbol of law.
But ultimately, it was still far from being completely shattered.
As long as the opponent couldn’t twist themselves into strips of flesh and slip through the fleeting cracks, there was absolutely no worry they could escape.
In this regard, Fu Qian’s assessment was entirely consistent: causing the Giant Cocoon to completely break without using excessively intense measures would take some effort.
Meanwhile, he was undoubtedly a living target for the Spear of Fated Death.
But as a professional task executor, there were gentle measures aside from the intense ones, weren’t there?
A simple logic: if the Old Day’s Mark could inflict special forms of “wounds” on the Giant Cocoon, then could Visceral Critical Strike make use of these wounds?
In fact, he had been selecting his strike point ever since the beginning.
The reason he hadn’t acted immediately was, of course, because he needed to finish explaining the essential information.
Now, attempting action served dual purposes: avoiding becoming a living target, and heightening Brother Jake’s impression of the previous knowledge through stark contrast.
Of course, this was contingent on it being effective… fortunately, it was indeed effective.
The cocoon, looking as though it had been violently kneaded like a Fire Dragon Fruit, now showed increasingly distinct cracks along its surface.
As his hand probed inside, Visceral Critical Strike was revealed to be available for use.
Without hesitation, the most brutal execution technique was finally applied to a target that, up until now, was the least biological.
Boom—
In that instant, Fu Qian clearly felt the cocoon trembling.
Visceral Critical Strike didn’t miraculously destroy the floral patterns that composed it, but the very concept of the “cocoon” was violently ravaged in an instant.
But it wasn’t without cost.
A terrifying backlash akin to “force is mutual” immediately rebounded onto Fu Qian’s body, shaking him until his whole being erupted into hysterical, fish-like laughter.
Amid this cheerful atmosphere, Fu Qian’s bloodied right hand plunged into another crack.
This time, the Giant Cocoon finally shattered completely.
As threads scattered across the sky, Fu Qian, whose cheekbone was now slashed open, stood next to the patient at last.
And, unsurprisingly, the legendary Spear of Fated Death had still not been cast forth.
It wasn’t that Brother Jake was posturing—the Spear was merely meant to intimidate.
Though Visceral Critical Strike targeted the cocoon, its effects were by no means ineffective against this person.
The mental shock of utter collapse, following moments of confident restraint—the sheer psychological impact—had made this individual hesitate.
…
At this point, Jake clearly needed to consider more influencing factors, such as his partner in a fair transaction.
Swapping a distorter of law for a collaborator willing to rend law seemed worthwhile.
But exchanging them for the corpse of a law-wrencher—was that worth breaching principle?
Besides… could he truly kill him?
As he observed the crouched figure before him, whose wounds slowly knitted themselves shut, Jake—a man whose faith in his killing power was usually unshakeable—experienced a rare pang of doubt.
This man before him… brought forth too many incomprehensible things.
Under the strain, questions that had never required contemplation began unavoidably emerging in his mind.
For a moment, he was unable to hurl the life-claiming spear in his hand.
Still, one thing was certain: this matter couldn’t end so simply.
Without throwing the spear or uttering a word, Jake stared at the other man in the tense atmosphere, until the latter pressed the hand that had just been against the cocoon onto Jane’s forehead.
…
Indeed, so befitting of someone who shares in the glory of the Children of the Stars.
The feedback under his palm deeply satisfied Fu Qian.
Clearly, under the distortion of the Brilliant Tyrant, the laws entangling Jane instantly reacted, resisting this profane power.
It seemed there was no need to worry that Miss Winslow would turn into a Slime Creature before the task was completed.
Though it was apparent that finishing the task remained a lengthy process.
After all, one of the Double Halos had already dissipated, and Visceral Critical Strike wasn’t easy to employ.
But that was fine; by his calculations, the time should suffice—and there was even a cheering squad.
“Are you planning to just keep staring at me like that?”
Fu Qian turned his head, a smile on his face.
“Do you think I’ll let you off the hook?”
Jake’s expression was far from amused, but his tone remained resolute.