Though the wishes granted by the Holy Grail War were not entirely omnipotent, they were relatively omnipotent.
After repeated testing by vast numbers of players, that statement had, by now, become a widely accepted conclusion.
Even in the previous two Holy Grail Wars, some people had made wishes to extend their lifespans or cure illnesses.
Several dying old men had forcibly risen from their hospital beds, performed an entire set of radio calisthenics, smoked three packs of cigarettes in a row, and eaten three meals of extra-spicy hotpot. Even the doctors said they were in excellent health.
And now.
As time passed, each round of the Holy Grail War became increasingly valuable. As those who enjoyed the final fruits, the victors' range of possible wishes was also growing wildly stronger.
At that thought.
Xiao Jun silently glanced at his three chosen teammates.
By now.
After more than two years of tempering, they were no longer as weak as they had been at the beginning. They could absolutely be called hard men among iron-blooded hard men.
Ordinary pain and hardship.
Could not move them in the slightest.
As for their individual strength, that was not an issue either.
With the help of an old hand like him, someone who had reincarnated with his memories, even if the experience in those memories could not perfectly fit this version of Metaphysics Hong Huang, it had still, more or less, helped them avoid many detours.
Thus, without exception, those three chosen ones were all among the players' finest!
If they could appear in the Real World with their in-game attributes, then even light modern firearms would basically have no way of dealing with them.
Only things like armor-piercing rounds might be capable of harming them.
Of course, when facing Demonic Beasts, spirits, and monsters...