Qin Tan skillfully maneuvered between the opponent's attacks, demonstrating exceptional combat prowess.
The others were also seeing Qin Tan fight for the first time, and they showed expressions of amazement.
My arm was grazed, leaving a wound.
The next second, a beam of white light fell.
The treatment from Ye Jingjing completely healed the injury.
Qin Tan nodded to Ye Jingjing, then stepped on the monster's shoulder and jumped onto its head.
The other party raised their enormous palm and slammed it down on Qin Tan.
And what about Qin Tan?
She was already in mid-air when the attack arrived.
The black scythe flashed with a cold light and swung down decisively.
The slightly curved scythe spun across the monster's arm, drawing out gushing blood.
The blood, once it hit the ground, turned into paint.
The monster, now missing an arm, lost its balance and was punched in the abdomen by Uncle Shui, who was already low on health. Then, Manny used a barrier to shatter its head.
The monster fell.
Qin Tan stood on the monster's forehead, the Grim Reaper's Scythe hanging at his side.
She looked at the painter, her aloof expression filled with deep doubt.
"what you up to?"
She could tell that the other person wasn't using their full strength.
Fighting them was like playing with children.
This made Qin Tan slightly uneasy.
I always felt that she had overlooked something.
"Hehe, you'll find out soon enough. I hope you'll like the surprise I have for you."
The painter put away the brush.
"In short, my invitation to you remains valid. You can contact me anytime you decide to change your mind."
"Well then, good day."
The painter bowed gracefully once more.
After Lin Zhisui's wind swept past, his whole body turned into a pool of paint.
Only then did they realize that the person who had been confronting them all along was nothing more than a painting.
It's so realistic that it's hard to tell the real thing from the fake.
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