Although Ascenders were often less physically robust than Burning Devotion Sentinels, it was hard to judge the true combat power of superpowered individuals.
Though Flowran only had a B-rank physique, her flesh-and-blood palms could grind steel and crush stone, reducing iron rods to scraps! Bones and muscles could be shattered as easily as tofu.
Genetically enhanced humans might be powerful, but they were still flesh and blood in the end.
In Brando's eyes, Wally had underestimated Flowran far too much. Caught off guard, he was ambushed by Flowran and lost the use of both legs, blood gushing from his lower body.
With injuries this severe, while his life was not in danger, and with Wally's ferocity he could even prop himself up on his thigh bones and fight another three hundred rounds...
Chasing Brando was nothing but a fool's dream.
With Brando determined to run, there was absolutely nothing Wally could do.
"Nice work, Flowran!" Brando exclaimed in delight.
But his joy did not last long before Wally slapped Flowran several meters away, leaving a trail of blood across the grass. "Run!" Flowran was not dead yet, but she was close, and she shouted weakly.
Wally abandoned Brando and crawled after Flowran, clearly driven mad with rage by the vicious blow this woman had dealt him.
This was absolutely the perfect chance for Brando to escape! But if he ran, Flowran would surely die too!
Should he fight? With his old temperament, he would have struck while Wally was down and fought him to the death.
But now, he himself was at the end of his rope. The wounds grazed by the Plasma Cannon had already begun to fester and blister.
Brandy in his arms was drifting in and out of consciousness, his face deathly pale. He had been internally