People could be very resilient at times, yet at others, they could seem extraordinarily fragile.
Like right now. A few swings of a long blade, and seven men who had been full of life were dead in an instant.
In terms of actual physical fitness, Xia Xu was probably still no match for some elite special forces soldiers. The Mechanical Centipede Spine merely gave him greater explosive power and control over his body.
But even that alone, paired with a sharp weapon, was enough to reap one life after another with ease.
"So I've already moved beyond the realm of ordinary people, too..."
Looking at the inevitably bloody scene on the ground, Xia Xu felt a little uncomfortable and a little dazed.
With the Centipede Spine, the Superbrain Controlled-Release Tablets, and the combat techniques Uncle Luo had taught him, his close-combat abilities now definitely placed him among the exceptional few, at least among ordinary people.
But the biggest change was in his mindset.
He had killed seven people with his own hands, using a Miao Dao, no less. The bloody scene that left behind was hardly pleasant to look at.
Yet it seemed to stir little in him now. Even his slight discomfort came more from the smell of blood and the horrific wounds on their bodies.
It was as though... he had gotten used to it.
Thinking it over, in less than half a year, he really had witnessed more death than most people would in their entire lives, and some of it had been his own handiwork.
"Forget it. At least I'm better able to protect myself. That's a good thing."
After sitting on a nearby slope of yellow earth and closing his eyes to compose himself for a while, Xia Xu shook his head with a self-mocking