Felix was a Grandmaster. From this close, he could tell immediately whether Malevolent Phantom had used a technique to heal his broken arm or if it had simply regenerated on its own. That was why he made that remark.

The Malevolent Phantom frowned. He replied, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Then, as if deciding it was not worth the trouble, he muttered, "Whatever. You're strong. I'll give you that. But this isn't that big of a deal, so I'll let you walk away unharmed."

Felix's mouth twitched. This was the second Malevolent Phantom he had encountered—after Karina's incident—that actually knew when to back down.

It seemed that just like humans, Malevolent Phantoms changed depending on their environment and way of life. The weaker ones, in particular, were more likely to adapt, which was probably why they only killed when they absolutely needed to feed.

"I'm just a martial artist," Felix said, smirking. "Are you really that afraid of dying?"

The Malevolent Phantom