This mother*fcking Devil is afraid… afraid of confrontation?
"No," the Devil said firmly. "I didn't lie. The Contract is real. The Challenge is real. This is what Devils do. So either you do your best to survive… or fail and die. Me? I'm just going to get something before I come back. This is my Challenge, and these are my rules. There's nothing you can do about it."
"Enough with your bullsh*t!" Apollo shouted, and before the Devil could get another word out, his body vanished—reappearing right in front of the bastard. Then, he punched that smug face.
This time, Apollo used his Refined Qi to enhance his senses.
Time slowed down—and in this slowed-down world, the Beggar focused on the Devil's next move.
Something shone. A small piece of equipment on the Devil's hand.
A ring? Apollo narrowed his eyes just as the ring let out a black light. It behaved like the black water from before—covering the Devil from head to toe.
