[Ah! I'm dead!
Ha! I'm faking it!]
"Playing dead?" Li Zheng's eyes darkened. He walked up to the headless corpse, pretended to examine it, then drove his tachi through Gangban Rihuan from top to bottom.
But, nothing happened.
The opponent didn't even twitch, just like a corpse that had been dead for days.
At this moment, the headless corpse still partially retained the appearance of a mutant, looking scaly like the skin on the back of a toad.
Li Zheng glanced at it a few times, feeling utterly disgusted.
"Playing dead even without a head? If Old Pu hadn't warned me, I might have thought this was some kind of doppelganger ability." Li Zheng tapped his chin with his fingers, flicking out a small flame.
"Let's burn it outright, scatter you to the ashes, see how you'll fake death then!"
Coldly watching as the flame landed on the headless corpse, as the body's fats began to boil, the flames grew larger and larger.
