"That's not right." Yun Shou realized he had almost forgotten that it didn't matter if he didn't have a life-substitution technique.
Because with Twelve's current strength, even if he were at the very center of that massive nuclear explosion, he would at most suffer a low to medium level of injury.
The nuclear explosion of the little boy's level is ultimately not as good as a normal attack of a first-level Overlord. Even if this Guangtian is stronger, according to the previous description, it is estimated to be only barely at the strong stage of the early Overlord, that is, the level of a full-force attack of a second or third level Overlord.
[“One old codger, two old codgers, three old codgers…” you hum a nonsensical tune, dragging out one old geezer after another and crushing them to death.]
[Among them was Wang Shan, that old man who treated people as objects.]
Treat him the same way he did to Tao Xiaoxiao.
[Wrist-crushing, face-slapping, stomach-kicking, leg-breaking.]
"Does this routine feel familiar?" You ask, staring into his eyes.
Besides the pain, Wang Shan's eyes also revealed a sense of bewilderment.
Just minutes ago, he nearly beat that innocent girl to death—she wouldn't have survived until the next day if you hadn't treated her.
But he never took it to heart. It's like someone smashing a vase in anger; they don't remember the feel, the force, or the angle at which they smashed it.
So you did it again, asking him if he remembered.
When the Great Memory Restoration Technique reached its fourth stage, Wang Shan finally remembered the woman who had collapsed in his courtyard.
"I was wrong, please forgive me..."
You nodded in satisfaction, and as a reward, you gave him a swift and decisive end.
...
(Four o'clock? (ˉ﹃ˉ?))
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