In the relatively intact central section of the display platform, Blood Demon stamped on the steel plate beneath his feet, feeling the swaying sensation as though it could collapse at any moment. He stroked his chin.
"Collapse or not collapse—that is the question. What do you think?"
Wan Liuhua stood in the standard posture of "standing like a pine." In truth, with her exceptionally keen senses, she was doing the same thing as Blood Demon—the display platform beneath her feet had become a very interesting subject of study.
However, Wan Liuhua never made irresponsible remarks. She candidly stated:
"This isn't my field of expertise."
"But doesn't this look like something we did?"
Blood Demon's finger gestured across the torn, twisted equipment display area ahead. As he said, this sort of brute-force method—cutting through metal and forcibly shifting objects—was precisely the Body Cultivators' specialty.
One had to know that over ninety percent of the display platform, above and below, was metal construction. Its total weight was several tons or even more. Achieving this result in an instant would have been difficult even with professional equipment brought in.
Only Body Cultivator Extraordinary Species whose abilities far exceeded the limits of the human body theoretically possessed such power.
"You're overthinking it. You don't have that kind of design sense."
"I also can't keep it from collapsing."
There was no point arguing in front of an expert, so Blood Demon readily admitted it. Yet, continuing their earlier topic, he still found it difficult to make a judgment of its "value."
"Should I call this ingenious or stupid?"
As they had discussed, the key to the current scene on the display platform was not "tearing" or "destruction," but that sense of "design."
The display platform's steel framework had been shattered into pieces. Under normal physical