"An excellent little trick."
Lin Qi raised his glass and took a small sip. The strong liquor, chilled with ice, was much easier to drink. Federals—or rather, people in this world—were all the same in that regard.
They preferred strong liquor with ice in it. It tasted better that way.
The unique fragrance of Dragon Blood Wood was accompanied by hints of flowers or fruit that he could not quite identify. The first impression was more like a frozen beverage than a high-proof liquor.
Mr. Responsibility moved incredibly fast on the screen. Meat Mountain's attacks seemed unable to hit him, while he continued leaving numerous wounds across Meat Mountain's body.
Mr. A merely curled his lip disdainfully. Everyone was trying out little tricks like this. They simply had not yet standardized them as practical training and added them to the employee handbook.
Still, it seemed that Mr. Responsibility had gone a step or two further than the others in figuring these things out.
"Who do you think will win?" Lin Qi asked.
Mr. A watched seriously for a while before saying, "I think our star captain is more likely to win. But if she doesn't show more, there's still a tiny chance she could botch it."
"Although War Machine Mr. appears to have suffered many injuries, for her in her fully liberated state, these injuries are not actually unbearable."
The severed muscles were healing rapidly. From the deepest parts of the cuts, tendrils extended from both sides of the severed muscle fibers, entangled with each other, and tightened.
At most, a wound would heal completely within two minutes.
This regenerative ability—or rather, the ability to reattach cells—came from the monsters' instinctive control over every cell in their bodies. They could activate the cells, then make them heal and reorganize.
However,