As he spoke, Zhang Chen's hands didn't stop drawing talismans, frantically casting the Six-Word Mantra against the mosquito legs and mouthparts that chased him.
The Black-Robed Monster knew this couldn't continue any longer; without breaking the impasse, both would be finished. So he asked, "How to bet?"
"Can you shrink his body?" Zhang Chen asked.
"I can!" the Black-Robed Monster replied.
"I want you to use all your might to shrink his body to about one foot in size and maintain it for at least ten breaths. If you can do this, I'll have a chance to sever his mouthparts," Zhang Chen said seriously.
Before the Black-Robed Monster could reply, the mocking voice of the Innate Mosquito rang out, "Hahaha! Hahaha! What did I hear? It sounds like the funniest joke I've ever heard—a mere ant saying it wants to cut off my mouthparts. Truly laughable to the utmost."
