Drip, drip, drip.
Lu Sheng sat cross-legged in the living room, looking at Bai Anyi, who was kneeling before him with his head hanging in dejection, as well as the tall young man beside him, covered head to toe in bandages with an IV stand beside him.
"So you really listened to him and used your full strength on your brother? You even aimed for his chest?" Lu Sheng looked at Bai Anyi expressionlessly.
Bai Anyi's face was full of anguish and bitter regret.
"I... I didn't mean to... I didn't want to... I didn't want this..."
"The fact that your brother didn't die means the body he trained in the past was strong enough, with a solid enough foundation. If it had been anyone else, with your current Integration Strength, you could have beaten them into two halves on the spot."
Lu Sheng continued without expression.
"It's my fault!! My brother, he... his injuries are too severe. He may suffer lasting complications in the future. He might even be left half-paralyzed..." The thought alone made grief rise in Bai Anyi's heart.
"I really... really have no idea what to do now. I don't dare tell our parents."
"Enough, stop talking." The young man beside him spoke weakly. "I was the one who told you to use your full strength. Both my hands have comminuted fractures, my sternum is extensively collapsed and shattered, my internal organs are bleeding heavily, and even my head has been beaten into a moderate concussion. I brought all of this upon myself."
His tone was resolute, without the slightest intention of blaming his younger brother.
Hearing that string of severe injuries from his mouth, even Lu Sheng felt a little unable to bear it.
If an enemy had beaten him into this state, that would