Chen Li: Save the big head or the little head-pick one! (11,000 words, continued)

And every time he obtained a new Miracle Card, the code priority of the other Miracle Cards would rise as well.

"Uh..." Sirin scratched her head.

You meant that because you smashed hell apart with one punch, you felt hell was too weak?

And because you noticed the upper limit of Miraculous Items while smashing hell apart, you felt your own power limit was too low?

In other words... you punched yourself into trauma?

"Chen Li." Sirin suddenly called out to him.

"What is it?"

"Meow for me."

"Huh? Why?"

"Please, just meow once." Sirin clung to Chen Li's arm and coquettishly pleaded.

"Fine, fine. Ahem... meow?"

"Mm!" Sirin instinctively covered her nose.

So cute, and the contrast was incredible!

"See? I told you, once you raise your affection level, a casual bit of coquettishness is far more effective than a command seal, isn't it?" Sparkle whispered into Silver Wolf's ear.

Then she glanced at Silver Wolf's cards.

"I see... Wait, did my cards change?"

She had learned something new!

"Next comes containing and protecting the Extreme Evil Rider. Hey, wake up. Stop sulking. I punched myself into bankruptcy, and I'm not even as upset as you are." Chen Li walked over to the Extreme Evil Rider and kicked his leg.

There was neither concern nor malice in his actions, as though he were merely dealing with an object, a captive.

"..." The Extreme Evil Rider looked up at Chen Li.

Please, living ancestor, you punched away my dreams.

Which one of us should be more upset?

"Didn't you crave a battle that could force out all your potential and even exhaust all your strength? I gave you that. Why are you still so depressed?" Chen Li asked in confusion.

"..."

Did that count as a battle? Wasn't that just