Angel of Death: Chen Luo, You Jerk! You Even Forgot Me?

"This is way too ridiculous, isn't it? Is he really that hard to beat?" Liu Wenxuan sighed as he watched the death-row inmate before him. The man had only one arm left, his intestines hanging out, yet he still climbed back to his feet and viciously lunged at him.

Even with one arm gone and his abdomen ripped open, the inmate's ferocity and combat strength seemed barely diminished.

His will had not crumbled from the pain, nor had he lost his mind. He attacked Liu Wenxuan with remarkable order and precision.

What was even more astonishing was that although the inmate had bled all over the ground, his agility was not much worse than when he had been at full strength.

It was as if he had turned into a fearless game character with a sliver of health left on his bar. As long as you didn't grind down the rest of my HP, I'll fight you to the bitter end!

As long as his health bar was not empty, his combat power would not be significantly affected. At most, he could no longer use the limbs he had lost. Other than that, there was little major impact.

And most importantly, his health was locked!

Coach, someone's using cheats here.

As the Record Keeper watched a B-rank Talent User endure for so long against an S-rank Talent User—and continue stubbornly attacking Liu Wenxuan—she was so shocked she could barely speak.

As time passed and the inmate's blood continued to spill out, he still paid it no mind and kept attacking.

Ten minutes. As a B-rank Talent User, with his abdomen torn open and one arm missing, the death-row inmate endured ten minutes of brutal beating from an S-rank Talent User before collapsing to the ground again. Even then, he was