Hearing Robin's words, Fu Zhu was instantly amused. Originally, he thought Robin had come to plead for mercy on Sunday's behalf. He hadn't expected her to come and submit a team-up application. There was obviously no reason to refuse that.
He walked straight over, patted Robin on the shoulder, and gave her a thumbs-up.
"Young lady, I believe in you. As the saying goes, if you want to beat up your older brother, you have to do it early."
Robin didn't quite understand the meaning of this 'saying': "Why?"
"Because if you're late, he might be beaten to death by me."
"..."
Robin forced a sliver of a smile, laughing along with Fu Zhu's words.
"Alright, time is tight and the task is heavy." Fu Zhu withdrew his hand from Robin's shoulder and swapped out [Yamato]. His gaze shifted up and down Robin's body: "Where do you want me to cut? Don't worry, no matter where I cut, it's just a one-slash matter."
Robin was stunned. Looking at [Yamato] in Fu Zhu's hand, she instantly recalled the time she was 'murdered'. The Masked Fool who claimed to be Sparkle had held the exact same [Yamato]!
Robin looked at Fu Zhu with some surprise and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Fu Zhu, could it be that you are that serial killer?"
Squelch.
[Yamato] pierced through Robin's chest. Fu Zhu smiled, raising a finger to his lips: "Shh, you know too much. You have to keep the secret for me."
On the verge of 'death', Robin stared at Fu Zhu with a speechless expression before finally vanishing in front of him.
"Alright, I gotta go too."
After sending Robin away, Fu Zhu switched into [Observer Mode]. Under [Observer Mode], the Dream of the Great One, the Sweet Dream World, and Reality were like three independent pages in a book, allowing him to flip through them at will.
When he switched his vision to the Sweet Dream World, Fu Zhu saw the Astral Express crew engaged in a fierce battle with Sunday. Without hesitation, he flew straight towards them.
....
On the stage, Welt and the others were tangling with Sunday—well, they called it tangling, but in reality, they were already starting to struggle.
Even though Sunday had now lost the buff from the Dream of the Great One, despite this, the group still found it somewhat strenuous to confront Sunday.
Welt once again clenched his claw in the air ahead, creating a [Synthetic Black Hole] that swallowed all the musical notes attacking them. But very quickly, the [Synthetic Black Hole] he created reached its limit and exploded abruptly.
He couldn't help but stagger slightly. He used his cane to steady himself, but he still clutched his chest, feeling somewhat drained: "Sure enough, a [Synthetic Black Hole] is still a bit strenuous..."
Just as Welt was distracted for a moment, Sunday immediately changed direction. Raising his hand, he waved the baton toward March 7th, whom he deemed the weakest, launching an attack. A line from the music score slashed toward March 7th like a sharp blade.
"March, look out!"
Seeing this scene, Welt only had time to shout a warning at March 7th. He moved to follow, but alas, the others, including himself, were some distance away from her.
"March!"
Seeing this scene, Xing also couldn't help but cry out in alarm. Just as she was about to turn and rush over to protect March 7th, March 7th shouted loudly.
"Don't come over! Don't expose your back to the enemy! I can do this!"
March 7th glanced at the distance between her companions and herself. She understood that she could only withstand this strike on her own. If her companions came over to protect her, they would inevitably expose their backs to Sunday, and then it wouldn't be just her in danger!
March 7th took a deep breath. She made a prompt decision and pulled the [Totem of Undying] Fu Zhu had given her from her pocket. Her left hand gripped the [Totem of Undying] while her right hand held her longbow. [Six-Phased Ice] began to condense in front of her.
Just as she intended to use [Six-Phased Ice] to create cover to forcefully withstand Sunday's strike, a wall of [Obsidian] formed one step ahead of her, blocking Sunday's attack.
The sonic attack crashed against the [Obsidian] wall, exploding with a boom, yet it failed to leave even a scratch on that wall of [Obsidian].
This scene caused everyone present to be briefly stunned. Immediately after, smiles involuntarily appeared on the faces of the Astral Express crew. Others might not be clear, but they were very clear that this abrupt wall of [Obsidian] could only come from Fu Zhu's hand!
Just as they thought, in the next moment, Fu Zhu's figure appeared in front of March 7th. He turned around to glance at the [Totem of Undying] in March 7th's hand, revealing a gratified smile on his face.
"Before, I was actually worried you would forget the [Totem of Undying] I gave you."
Seeing Fu Zhu standing before her, March 7th's originally taut nerves couldn't help but relax. The corners of her mouth curled up into a smile unconsciously, but she still put her hands on her hips and retorted with feigned anger.
"You don't really think I'm dumb, do you! Bah!"
Fu Zhu flicked a finger against March 7th's smooth forehead. Seeing the girl whimper and cover her forehead, he couldn't help but laugh: "Are you not? As an archer, you didn't obediently hide behind your teammates, but ran off to the side all by yourself alone. Isn't that clearly giving the enemy a chance to attack you?"
March 7th rubbed her forehead and retorted somewhat unconvinced: " The battlefield situation changes rapidly, accidents always happen! Besides... didn't I have you? I—we have always believed that you would come to find us."
March 7th stopped halfway through her sentence, her cheeks flushing slightly red. This straightforward declaration nearly pierced through Fu Zhu's defense. He also nodded somewhat unnaturally.
"Yeah. No matter when, I will make it to your side in time."
Just as the atmosphere between the two gradually began to heat up, Xing suddenly popped up between them. With a speechless expression, she looked left and right at the pair and couldn't help but roast them.
"I've only heard of Time Stop Explanations before, but I've never heard of Time Stop Flirting! And there's..."
Xing twisted her head to look at Sunday, who was cooperating fully with the atmosphere and had suddenly stopped his hands. She couldn't help but point at him and complain: "You too! We were fighting so fiercely just a moment ago, how come the two of you started flirting, and you stopped too? Come on! You're the Big BOSS!"
Sunday merely glanced indifferently at Xing, then his gaze landed once again on Fu Zhu as he spoke faintly.
"Time, perhaps for other living beings, is a chasm difficult to cross. But for an Envoy of [Finality], crossing it is not a difficult matter. What is the difference between early and late?"
Fu Zhu gripped [Yamato] and turned around to face Sunday who had transformed into the Divine Lord Sunday.
"Indeed. Since Sunday rarely agrees with something you say, for the sake of that statement, I'll give you a chance. Surrender and I'll count it as you losing half. How about it?"
"Heh, Mr. Fu Zhu jokes. To borrow the words of a certain gambler: right now, I have only two choices. All or nothing."