"Countered?"
Qiu Mu sneered in utter disbelief.
If Su Ye had claimed to have seen through his Divine Technique, that might have been believable.
But... to *counter* it?
'He countered my Divine Technique in such a short amount of time?'
"Such shameless boasting!"
The fat on Qiu Mu's face jiggled as he laughed menacingly.
At this very moment, the passive stacks of his Divine Technique had already reached their absolute limit, thanks to his Golden Armor Divine Talisman.
Under the rules of this aerial deathmatch—no external items, a strict one-on-one duel—Qiu Mu himself couldn't imagine how he could possibly lose.
'With a tenfold enhancement, how can I lose?'
'Tell me, how am I supposed to lose?!'
"Heh..."
"Just as I expected. Long-term inmates always have some mental problems after they get out—extreme insecurity, arrogance, irritability, mental instability..."
"When the Star Casting Hall dredged up trash like you, didn't they provide any psychological treatment?"
