On Olympia.
Inside the interrogation room, the two men's splattered blood was everywhere. Francis clenched one fist while gripping Perturabo by the throat with the other, his face covered in bruises as he roared, "Do you submit?"
"Buh! I still buh! Beat me to death and I still buh!"
Perturabo's face was swollen like a pig's head, his eyes half-lidded, but he still refused to yield.
At first, Francis had handled him with ease through technique, but Perturabo was quick-witted. Once he realized the other man had seen through his fighting style and habits—
The brat immediately started throwing wild punches. There was no fancy technique at all, just a style that hurt the enemy by a thousand while hurting himself by ten thousand.
"Go on, use whatever moves you've got! If I so much as cry out once, I'll be your grandson!" Perturabo still looked at him with pride, as if to say, Is that all?
"Ha... Why do you have to force me? Why do you have to force me?" Francis looked at him helplessly, at that expression that refused to submit.
"I was planning to save these two moves for Horus, but it looks like I'll have to use them on you!"
"Have you ever seen a finger technique that goes upward from below?"
Francis's utterly solemn expression made the previously contemptuous Perturabo begin to feel nervous.
Before he could react, Francis had already unleashed Thousand Years of Death followed by Lion's Claw Grabs the Peaches. The results were exceptional!
"AAAAAAAH—" A horrific scream rang out. Even Ferrus Manus, standing guard outside, felt his ass clench, and he even considered whether he should copy the method and make himself a steel ass.
At that moment, he once again understood the pain of flesh and the meaning of