Once, Firefly said she was very interested in Rank 9 Fixed-Array Soul Cannon Shells and really wanted to fire one to see its power.
Luan Yu's expression turned strange, and she instinctively hid the high-risk Soul Tools away, afraid that Firefly might lose control and blow up her villa.
However, Firefly merely enjoyed the feeling of using high-powered Soul Tools. She had no interest in making them, nor did she intend to become a spirit tool master.
In her words, she was just a warrior. She only needed weapons to fight; researching weapons was a scientist's job.
Liu Xing was the same. Although he liked reading, he had no interest in burying his head in research. Compared to research, he preferred the exhilaration of battle.
The feeling of freely wielding extraordinary power fascinated him.
In the past, he had spent most of his time lying in a hospital bed, envying those with healthy bodies who could run and jump. Now that he had this opportunity, he naturally would not waste it.
Research was far too boring. Fighting Ye Guyi and the others was much more interesting.
In battle, the clash of strength and speed, the racing heartbeat, the empty clarity his mind entered, and the thrill of evading Soul Skills all stirred his adrenaline, giving him an intense emotional experience.
Battle was not merely a contest of bodies, but also a clash of wits and strategy. Every fight against another person was an unknown challenge, pushing him to unearth his potential at his limits and experience boundaries of himself that were normally beyond reach.
He was not about to become a battle maniac, but he did not reject that feeling. Instead, he found himself inexplicably enjoying it.
Thus, he never refused challenges from Ye Guyi and Xu Tianzhen.
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