Zamasu's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Seizing the moment when the three were off guard, he instantly teleported behind Raditz, his figure fast as a ghost.
Zamasu's hand knife condensed with a pale purple energy, violently stabbing forward with a sharp, whistling sound through the air.
Soya had seen Zamasu's little move long ago. A cold smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. With a thought, he immediately activated his ability to swap teleport Zamasu and Raditz.
The positions of the two swapped in an instant, fine ripples spreading through space.
What happened next shocked Soya.
"Thwack!"
A strange sound of flesh being pierced was heard, clearly echoing within the protective barrier.
Looking again, a glowing hand knife had appeared in Zamasu's chest, the pale purple energy still crackling.
The hand knife had pierced through Zamasu's chest. Blood gushed from the wound, staining his clothes.
"Pfft..."
Zamasu violently spat out a mouthful of blood, splattering against the inner wall of the protective barrier. His face was a picture of bewilderment, his eyes wide and round.
What is this?
Isn't this my hand knife?
I pierced my own chest with my hand knife?
How did this happen?
Zamasu was momentarily dazed, his body rigid, completely unable to react. The intense pain only washed over him belatedly.
Raditz was so scared he broke out in a cold sweat, the hair on his back standing on end. He hurriedly scrambled to Soya's side, his legs still trembling.
If Boss Soya hadn't swapped teleported me with Zamasu just now, I'd probably be done for.
However, Raditz also wore a look of confusion. He cautiously glanced over there, his eyes filled with incomprehension.
This guy actually pierced his own heart with a hand knife.
How did you manage that?
Not only were Raditz and the others somewhat shocked, even Rumshii widened his eyes in surprise, his elephant trunk lifting up in astonishment, almost knocking over his teacup.
Gowasu looked dumbfounded, his mouth slightly agape, unable to speak for a long while.
What kind of move was that by Zamasu?
Trying to end himself?
"Zamasu, even if you want to admit your mistake, you don't need to harm yourself, right?" Gowasu sighed helplessly, shaking his head. "If you just come over and properly apologize to Soya, and clear things up, wouldn't the grudge between you be resolved? Why go this far?"
Zamasu's face darkened, as if splashed with ink. He stared fixedly at Gowasu, his eyes full of resentment.
When did I ever say I wanted to apologize to Soya?
Are you blind, old man?
Can't you see it was Soya's doing?
But, how did I end up piercing myself?
Soya: "..."
Soya suddenly felt Gowasu was truly being overly saintly, still trying to mediate at a time like this.
No wonder in the original plot, Zamasu ended up killing Gowasu.
You're so saintly, even I feel like wiping you out myself.
Good thing you're not my master.
As for the scene of Zamasu piercing his own body, Soya looked carefully and did see the problem.
It was because Zamasu's hand knife moved too fast.
One could say Zamasu's hand knife had already been thrust out; the energy trajectory couldn't be recalled instantly.
After all, the hand knife is a form of energy; once released, it has momentum.
At that critical moment, swapping teleportation between Zamasu and Raditz's bodies occurred.
Therefore, Zamasu's hand knife just happened to pierce his own body, the angle and force perfectly matching.
"Ah... ah..." Zamasu kept vomiting blood, every breath carrying the taste of blood. His whole body twitched uncontrollably, his face turning pale wave after wave, as white as paper, devoid of color.
"Zamasu, don't be so despairing. Even if you think you've done wrong, you shouldn't stab yourself with a knife!" Soya sighed, smiling at Zamasu, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.
"Negative emotional value from Zamasu +1100!"
"From Zamasu..."
Zamasu's negative emotional value kept refreshing, flowing into Soya's system like running water.
Zamasu certainly knew it was Soya's doing.
It must have been that swap teleportation ability at work again.
This damn ability!
"Forget it, I won't bother with you anymore." Soya gave a light laugh, instructing Raditz, "Give him some treatment. It's not very appropriate to kill him right in front of Lord Rumshii and Lord Gowasu. Bad influence."
"Okay." Raditz nodded, swallowed hard, gathered his courage, stepped forward, placed his hand on Zamasu's wound, and released a weak healing energy.
Rumshii: "..."
Gowasu: "..."
The two were speechless, their mouths twitching.
What do you mean it's not appropriate to kill him in front of us?
So if we two weren't here, you'd plan to finish him off?
"Drink tea, drink tea." Soya acted as if he didn't see their expressions, pouring more tea for Rumshii and Gowasu, hot water swirling in the teacups.
The two took a few sips. The mellow taste diluted the earlier awkwardness, and they found it quite enjoyable.
After Raditz's treatment, Zamasu's wounds had healed somewhat, and the bleeding from the wound had stopped.
At least he wouldn't die.
However, Zamasu's injuries were still severe; his face remained pale, his breathing weak.
Raditz was also clever; of course he wouldn't fully restore his injuries.
That might backfire; if this guy recovered and suddenly launched a counterattack, he'd be in trouble.
"Things here are mostly handled. We should head back too." Soya stood up to take his leave, brushing the dust off his clothes.
"Go on, go on." Rumshii waved his hand, not objecting, nor holding the planet dismantling against Soya.
Mainly, Rumshii felt the tea Soya brought was truly delicious, far better than the fine tea he had treasured.
He had never tasted such good tea before.
"Whoosh!"
Soya's flying cube descended rapidly from the sky like a silver meteor, appearing steadily beside him.
Immediately, Soya led Raditz and the others inside, preparing to leave.
Rumshii suddenly froze, his gaze falling on the side wall of the flying cube, immediately spotting Quitela stuck there.
Of course, Quitela was still presenting himself as Sidra on the outside, showing no flaws.
"Sidra?" Rumshii rubbed his eyes, looking at Quitela with some surprise, momentarily unable to process it. "Why are you here?"
"Oh? It's Rumshii." Quitela grinned, pretending to be calm and casual, though his heart sank, thinking "this is bad."
"Sidra, what are you doing up there?" Rumshii did not quite understand, feeling a headache coming on, circling the flying cube.
Why is this guy on the cube wall?
And in a spread eagle pose, as if embedded into it.
"Nothing, I'm just resting here. Any problem?" Quitela's mouth twitched, quickly replying, his tone somewhat stiff.
"You're not stuck there, are you?" Rumshii mused, then flew over and poked Quitela in the kidney with his long elephant trunk, a teasing intent in the gesture.
Quitela: "..."
Quitela's face darkened even more, grimacing in pain.
No need to poke people's kidneys for no reason.
Is that polite of you?
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