All along, what he had relied on to survive had not been his supernatural ability, nor the Post Office.
It had been that bandit-like audacity to risk his life without hesitation.
I
almost lost it.
The next second,
the dried-up Fruit transformed into a massive surge of energy that instantly swept through Wang Ye's entire body.
With a muffled bang, Wang Ye dropped to his knees in agony.
His skin burst open in an instant. Amid the sound of shattering bones, blood sprayed everywhere.
That energy was overwhelmingly tyrannical, forcibly cleansing every cell and every muscle in his body.
When it reached his arms, a crimson energy continuously swirled around Wang Ye's hands, brimming with hostility toward the energy transformed from the Fruit.
Yet Wang Ye actually sensed an emotion of contempt from that energy.
Yes, contempt.
Contempt for the crimson energy.
The next second, the tyrannical energy crashed forward. The crimson energy around his hands melted away in an instant, like snow under the spring sun.
His supernatural ability... was gone.
Wang Ye could clearly feel that the ability in his hands had vanished.
It seemed he had become an ordinary person again.
No. That wasn't right.
An ordinary person would not possess a body as terrifying as his.
Though he was not entirely certain, based on his battle with King Kong, Wang Ye guessed that even the physical body of a Third Awakening might no longer match his.
Wang Ye had little time to think.
The next second, overwhelmed by immense pain, Wang Ye completely lost consciousness.
Blood slowly flowed from his body across the floor.
Inside his body, the sound of bones breaking continued to echo. His skin kept splitting open as well, exposing the bones beneath.
Energy surged endlessly within Wang Ye's body.
With his current