The battle ended faster than anyone present had expected.
The Short-haired Woman and Watermelon Head stared blankly at Pomber, twisted into a pretzel. Their mouths hung open, expressions of shock and amazement.
With a series of crackling snaps, the advanced Servant's blood poured out like water wrung from a towel, soaking the scorched earth.
The powerful Life Force of the Professional Level kept him from dying immediately.
"Ugh..."
Pomber struggled to breathe, his eyes still filled with shock and confusion.
Right up until the moment before his life ended, he hadn't figured it out.
How had Qin Shi crossed the line from "food" to "predator"?
The feeling was bewildering and impossible to accept.
It was like a turkey destined to become someone's dinner suddenly transforming into a demonic muscle-bound monster and slapping the diner's head off.
The surprise was almost absurd!
"Other than its defensive power, its strength in every other area was average."
As the victor, Qin Shi gave what he considered a fair assessment.
Though the Perfect Grade Electric Shock Saber couldn't pierce Pomber's tough exterior, the Old Martial Arts Faction specialized in force—meeting strength with strength and striking a point to break through a surface. It was their forte.
No matter how hard skin like black armor was, the organs and tissues underneath were bound to be fragile.
"Being able to take nearly four hundred basic attacks with your bare body is something you can be proud of."
Qin Shi gently brushed his palm, as if dusting it off.
The Demonkin body from the neck down burst apart with a bang, like exquisite porcelain struck by a giant hammer!
The flesh collapsed and crumbled into powder, scattering in the scorching air!
Buzz!
The Perfect Core that formed his field suddenly trembled, like a net tightening around a