"Qi, you couldn't have really become a mere plaything, right?"
Bree whispered again, a bold idea taking root. The more he thought about it, even under the Crack Tide, Chen Qi's Spirit Power Field's growth rate was off.
But if it was because he was nurtured by the Flower Witch, becoming this strong, that would explain everything.
Bree leaned against the wall, clenching his fists.
Chen Qi slightly lifted his head:
"No, Bree, you guessed wrong. I haven't been threatened by the Flower Witch."
"Is that so? Are you saying it was your own choice to become a plaything..."
A flash of anger passed through Bree's eyes.
"This was my initiative."
Chen Qi walked over and patted his shoulder.
Your initiative... Sparks gleamed in Bree's eyes, and he abruptly took a step forward, accompanied by the cacophony of gears turning, as he launched a ferocious Straight Punch like a bullet.
Bullet Fist!