Blueback did not retreat after the first exchange.
If anything, the pain only sharpened the light in his eyes.
His cracked leg twisted unnaturally for a brief moment, blood splattering against the stone floor, yet the next breath he took was calm. Too calm. The blue tattoo on his back pulsed once, faintly, like the slow beat of a buried heart.
Crack.
The leg straightened.
Flesh knitted together in real time. Bone realigned with a wet sound that made several spectators flinch. The torn muscle sealed as if it had never been damaged at all.
A murmur rippled through the audience.
"He healed again."
"That was faster than before."
"Is that really just a regeneration technique?"
Cattaleya narrowed her eyes from the stands, leaning forward. "No. That was not simple regeneration."
Lin Mu felt it too.
No, more accurately, he saw it.
