In order to achieve his goal, Watanabe Gengo finally came face to face with the Lycosidae Spider. They were less than three meters apart. Apart from a piece of broken glass less than 30 centimeters long in Watanabe Gengo's hand, he had no other weapons. On the other hand, the Lycosidae Spider put away its blowpipe, held its right hand in front of its chin, held a knife in a reverse grip in its left hand, stood with its feet slightly apart, and assumed a good stance.
"It seems that he doesn't intend to attack me proactively. It's a bit difficult to break through his defense with just one leg..." Watanabe Gengo thought to himself. He scratched his head out of habit, tightened the random object in his hand, and hopped towards the Lycosidae Spider on his one healthy leg.
On the other side, the Lycosidae Spider was very satisfied with Watanabe Gengo's reaction.
"Very good, keep coming slowly. I will surpass you the moment you enter my range," the Lycosidae Spider thought.
As Watanabe Gengo approached little by little, the Lycosidae Spider crouched lower, transferring its strength from its waist to its hips, thighs, knees, and finally to its toes, like an arrow on a bowstring. Its target, fixed on Watanabe Gengo's throat, remained unchanged.
Usually, the concept of range is only used when discussing long-range weapons. Here, the Lycosidae Spider compresses its body like a spring, ready to eject itself towards the target, using the knife to perform a killing blow. Its body is the bullet.
No need for probing, no need to exchange tens or hundreds of moves. In the Lycosidae Spider's view, the fighting style of engaging in a life-or-death battle after using all the tricks is too juvenile.
In the best condition, offering the strongest move is the ultimate respect to the opponent.
Therefore, the moment Watanabe Gengo stepped into his range, the Lycosidae Spider shot out like an arrow, soaring in mid-air like a predator pouncing on its prey, and the gleaming knife in its hand resembling sharp fangs. The sole purpose of all these movements was to tear apart Watanabe Gengo's throat with the knife.
At the same time as the Lycosidae Spider launched its attack, Watanabe Gengo reacted by transforming the broken glass shard in his hand from a shield into a weapon and throwing it towards the spider.
However, this desperate attack did not pose a threat to the Lycosidae Spider. It effortlessly flicked its off hand, accurately and deftly deflecting the incoming shards.
But...
Only because of this brief moment of distraction, Watanabe Gengo, who had prepared to counterattack the "hunter" as the "prey," gained a precious reaction time. When the Lycosidae Spider refocused its gaze on Watanabe Gengo, this "prey" was already ready to strike back at the "hunter."
In this fleeting moment, Watanabe Gengo placed his disabled leg in front of him and supported himself with his healthy leg behind him. Although it was a struggle, he formed a relatively stable stance. His left hand was halfway clenched, protecting his chest, while his right hand was clenched, ready to strike from his waist.
To the Lycosidae Spider, this posture was simple and clear - blocking the imminent attack and countering with a straight punch.
"In a fight where lives are at stake, this kind of determination is not enough," the Lycosidae Spider thought, recognizing that it had underestimated its opponent's mindset. It charged towards Watanabe Gengo.
Continuing on, just as he had expected, in the instant he feigned stabbing Watanabe Gengo in the chest, Watanabe Gengo's other hand, used for blocking, immediately sliced in from below his knife, using the back of his hand to push back his wrist, while his clenched fist, poised at his waist, slowed down for a beat before rushing towards his face.
The corners of Lanzhu's mouth slightly lifted.
"I'm sorry, but I won."
