Targeted

Burning Marquis's words surprised Gilan.

The other party actually regarded injury as a delicacy!

Although, as the Holy Mother's messenger, Burning Marquis might possess the same inherited "resistance to damage," being able to endure it did not mean he enjoyed enduring it...

Gilan secretly grumbled. Could the other party have some peculiar fetish?

Of course, compared to that distasteful speculation, he was more willing to believe that Burning Marquis possessed some ability to benefit from absorbing damage.

Provided the damage did not exceed his tolerance threshold.

"An all-out strike?"

Gilan frowned, hesitated briefly, then said in a deep voice:

"Lord Burning Marquis, are you certain?"

"Hehehe..."

The tall, thin faceless monster crouched at the hole in the wall and laughed hoarsely.

"Young man, there is no need for concern. Just launch an attack at me, and be sure to give it everything you have... If you hold back and make the damage insufficiently delicious, do not blame me for refusing this commission."

"Since you insist, then very well."

Gilan nodded.

The committee hall was silent. Everyone quietly turned their eyes toward the podium, watching Officer Gilan and that unfamiliar powerhouse from Hell conduct some kind of equal exchange.

Whoosh.

Gilan removed his trench coat and handed it to Maive beside him, then took a deep breath.

Under everyone's unblinking gaze, he turned and suddenly threw out a kick.

That kick actually whipped up a terrifying gale!

'Star-Shattering—'

Gilan narrowed his eyes.

BOOM!!

Accompanied by a thunderous, terrifying howl, Gilan's right leg erupted with dazzling silver light as it struck straight into the black hole in the wall.

BANG!!!

The entire Triumph Building shook!

With a series of cracking sounds, the floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides of the hall instantly filled with fractures. The huge chandelier on the ceiling swayed violently,