"That's right!" Nero, riding high on his success, couldn't feel the bitterness in Ye Ruozai's heart. Facing the enemy's doubts, he agreed without hesitation, touched his own chest and continued to mock him: "Morning bell and evening drum—so that so‑called drumbeat is your second Divine Artifact, right? Your teacher really went all out for you, finding two Divine Artifacts that complement each other so well. The bell strikes the soul, the drum shakes the heartstrings; one bell, one drum, in endless cycle—every cycle makes people black out for a moment and take a hit."
As he spoke, Nero spread his arms and sneered: "Didn't you say I couldn't beat you relying on just this body? But the fact is, it's precisely this body that tanked all your attacks. If it were any other Child of Origin facing this kind of assault, they'd probably have collapsed after the fourteenth beat and stayed down. Yet I've already recovered sixty percent. What other moves do you have to fight me with?"
