The furious voice was calm yet restrained, without the slightest hint of mockery, merely recounting facts from the past.
"After turning yourself into this, have you finally gained the ability to take one of my punches head-on?"
As he spoke, he kept twisting his severed hand, grinding away the chunks of flesh and bone fragments that had congealed with blood so it could heal properly.
Though his self-healing ability could now be called heaven-defying, he still lacked the game's ability to repair him directly. His injuries would inevitably have some effect.
Yet as "Sun" listened to him and recalled how he had lost to "Sin" time and again throughout history, he did not get angry.
Instead, a smile appeared on his somewhat savage and ugly face as he asked,
"That hand of yours seems injured."
"Are you healed? Do you need me to wait a little longer?"
"Taking care of you while injured is only natural!" The furious voice suddenly rose in pitch, and without warning, he burst forward.
Sun wasted no words either, charging straight at him as well.
Their bodies collided back and forth through this space for several exchanges, repeatedly blasting each other away amid a succession of explosions.
Fist against fist, leg against leg—they hammered at each other madly.
Neither used any skills. It was purely a collision of flesh and blood, as though they had tacitly made this first round a contest of physical strength.
The power Sun had gained by sacrificing everything had truly brought his physical strength up to Lu Ce's level.
Whether he might even surpass him was still hard to say!
"I remember, you seem to have quite a few faces."
Even as they fought, Sun took the initiative to speak.
Then, his huge hand, large enough to grip an ordinary