He had identified the crux of the problem.
Because not long ago,
something similar had happened.
The Blood Sin Spirit had exploited its speed advantage to pursue him relentlessly. If that had continued, could his healing rate really have withstood that storm of unceasing punishment?
Lynn thought it over, then finally nodded and said:
"So my development is lopsided?"
The Titan Head swept his gaze over him. "Lopsided hardly begins to describe it-and it's incredibly severe-have you ever seen someone whose magic had reached the pinnacle, but whose body shattered at a touch? Or someone with an unrivaled physique-who couldn't even squeeze a mouse to death?"
"People like that existed-but they're all dead-they left no trace in history-because those who pushed themselves harder wiped them out-"
He gave him a few examples.
The Holy Angel excelled in divine arts and magic, but when she picked up a sword, she was also one of the Holy World's highest-ranking battle angels.
His wife excelled in witchcraft and liked sticking needles into witchcraft dolls, but if she had to fight hand to hand, her physical toughness alone could still place her among the Origins.
"Here's an even more extreme example-that Cyber fellow-your Big Brother Awen-although he abandoned his body-and exists only as a soul-when he becomes the Psychic Giant-ordinary physical attacks have practically no effect on him-he uses his immense power and unique traits-to compensate for his greatest weakness-"
"And I'm telling you all this to make you understand-you can specialize in one field-but you must also become strong enough in the others-even if they can't match your specialty-you still have to make sure no one can find your shortcomings or weaknesses-so they can't exploit them-"
He closed his eyes.
Then, with his tentacles, he pulled several wooden buckets from somewhere and tossed