Screech!
Amidst a sound like iron being forcibly twisted apart, William frowned slightly, lowering his head to look at his chest.
A complete cutting mark.
From the left shoulder to the right waist.
Flesh was evenly split open.
Including the bone!
Even the internal organs were not spared.
In fact, apart from a bit of skin on his back, William was almost split in two.
But, William was not dead.
He was still full of vitality, and even his indifferent expression had not changed, as if he hadn't felt even a hint of pain.
"One strike stacked ten thousand times?"
"Not bad!"
"But..."
"For me, it's still lacking a bit!"
As William said this, tiny fleshy buds began to grow on the surfaces of his severed muscles, bones, and organs, as if they were magnetic poles drawing closer to each other.
Like a repaired rag doll.
William was quickly recovering.
As he recovered, William spoke continuously.
