At that moment, a man forced himself to stand despite the pain. "Who are you? What gives you the right to order us around? This bastard killed my captain. There's no way we're letting this slide so easily."
His words struck a chord with everyone.
The men from Groups Three and Four stood up one after another.
They were not afraid of fighting, but they were afraid of being subjected to more of this humiliation.
The man's expression changed. He had not expected them to be so stubborn. No amount of persuasion worked.
Then his gaze settled on the corpse on the ground.
"Have you finished playing dead yet? You're driving them all out of their minds."
Diamond Man scratched his head awkwardly, then actually got up at a leisurely pace.
How was that a body that had been blasted apart? There was nothing wrong with him-not even a scratch.
"Hmph, what's that got to do with me? Your men were the ones getting too arrogant."
"Everyone in Team One is a freak. They even dared to attack me. If I hadn't seen that the kid was a genius, I'd have crushed his head."
He rolled his neck, his face serious.
Team One's captain nodded. "You should have taught him a lesson instead of trying to snap his neck."
"And don't you think you're a freak yourself? Is dying really that much fun to you? You could live perfectly well, but you insist on getting yourself killed!"
The members of Team One were dumbfounded too.
None of them knew what had happened.
The arrogant kid from earlier stepped forward. "How did this guy come back to life? I clearly finished him off just now. There wasn't a trace of aura left in his body!"
He was certain the man had