Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 971 A Bold Attempt

"Give it to me," Su Weiyu said.

"What do you mean, 'give you'?" Xia Shou looked at Su Weiyu with a puzzled expression. Her eyes were firm, and her face was serious.

"Give me the rib!"

"Give me your rib? No way!"

"Why not? The bloodline in my body is even more compatible with my ribs. You haven't used up your chance to turn back time after courting death, have you? Well, at least give it a try. Besides, the chances of me removing it in the end are greater than yours."

"Remove it? The side effects of transplantation are definitely not something that can be avoided simply by removing it."

"I think using the concept of 'killing to harm the body' might be able to directly dismantle the fundamental logic of life... I think it's worth trying!"

Xia Shou: "..."

Su Weiyu grabbed Xia Shou's shoulders with both hands, stared into his eyes, and continued, "Do you remember the first time we met in the Blood Demon's House? The Blood Demon's abnormal level was also very high, right? You used the Peak of Perfection to kill it back then, didn't you?"

“I know the level gap between me and Sprite is smaller this time than before, but I have no more room to sink in the Origin Sea. That’s the fundamental reason why I can’t use the Peak of Perfection!”

"Lend it to me."

"Huh?" Xia Shou stared blankly at the other person.

He had never imagined this possibility: lending Su Weiyu the phrase "reaching the pinnacle in solitude."

“But your level is too low. To jump so many levels to use the Pinnacle of Power on Sprite, your depth is definitely not enough! This plan won’t work!”

"If I transplant a rib, my level will increase, and the cost of using the Pinnacle skill will be reduced, right?"

"..." Xia Shou stroked his chin, hesitant.

"Give it a try! At least give it a try. Since there's still one chance to go back in time, why not give it a shot? Ashou, do you have a better tactic than this? You don't, do you?"

"Then let's give it a try," Xia Shou said through gritted teeth.

Xia Shou retrieved the rib of the Invincible Beast from the shadows. Su Weiyu lifted her clothes, revealing her smooth and slender waist. She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and used a tactical knife to cut open her skin, then grasped her own rib.

"Are you alright?" Xia Shou asked with concern.

"Doing it yourself and getting slashed are completely different things." Su Weiyu cried as she clutched the rib, then suddenly squeezed it hard, and with a crack, she let out an extremely shrill scream.

"It's not a big problem, it's not a big problem, and it doesn't hurt that much!" Su Weiyu trembled as she took the rib from Xia Shou's hand, and then handed over the pale bone that she had forcibly torn from her body to Xia Shou.

Having witnessed countless gruesome scenes of severed limbs, Xia Shou felt that the mere cut on his abdomen was nothing compared to the sheer brutality Su Weiyu inflicted on her body. However, watching Su Weiyu relentlessly harm herself step by step, Xia Shou felt his psychological pressure was about to explode.

"Almost there." Su Weiyu's teeth chattered, and her right hand, gripping the Invincible Beast's ribs, trembled as if she were playing a clapper.

Finally, she touched her ribs to the wound.

Suddenly, several strands of flesh extended from the bleeding wound, their ends sticking firmly to the blood-soaked rib like glue, and with a whoosh, the entire rib was pulled in.

Su Weiyu was stunned, and Xia Shou was equally astonished.

The cold sweat, the tears squeezed out by the pain, and the uncontrollable trembling all over her body due to the excruciating pain and psychological pressure suddenly stopped at this moment. Su Weiyu raised her head and blinked: "It doesn't hurt anymore!"

"So, how do you feel now?" Xia Shou asked cautiously.

Su Weiyu looked down at her waist and ribs. The wound that had been cut open was healing at an incredible speed. The skin kept undulating, as if an alien had crawled into the place where the rib was transplanted.

"Is it adjusting its position?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ribs made a crisp "crack" sound, like two puzzle pieces suddenly fitting together.

Xia Shou gasped. Sure enough, the effects of bone transplantation on people with special bloodlines were completely different from those on ordinary people. Even though Wei Yu hadn't done anything, just seeing her standing there gave him a... indescribable sense of unease. "I feel... incredibly strong right now," Su Wei Yu clenched her fist.

"Any strange ideas?" Xia Shou asked cautiously.

Su Weiyu glanced at Xia Shou, feeling a subtle, strange sensation. She tried to process it, but couldn't discern anything.

"It doesn't seem like it. Anyway, I don't feel like I've changed much. However, my senses have become more acute, and I also feel like fighting." Su Weiyu walked to the edge of the bridge and looked down. "Right now, I can fight Sprite."

Xia Shou nodded and silently wrote it down: "Confidence can become unreasonably inflated."

"But what should we do about Sprite's loss of fighting spirit? Or perhaps, having had a rib transplant, I won't be affected by this loss of fighting spirit?"

As she spoke, Su Weiyu braced herself against the railing with one hand, preparing to jump down.

Xia Shou reacted quickly and pulled Su Weiyu back.

"What are you doing?"

"Give it a try. You have to try to know the result, right?"

"Sprite isn't entirely human; he'll notice you and chop you to pieces!"

"Not necessarily. My gut feeling tells me that it might not be like that."

"It's better if we stick to the plan we agreed on at the beginning. Now, listen to my instructions. I'll lend you two superpowers: Three-Person Waltz and Ascend to the Pinnacle."

Whether we win or lose, it all comes down to this one move!

……

……

Sprite walked alone toward the upper levels of Twilight City.

He wasn't thinking about anything; he was simply examining his own identity by past standards, wondering if he could still be considered a king.

The answer is, of course, no; he is no longer qualified to call himself king.

Even though he felt that the desires he had consumed in the domain were unnecessary and insignificant, he also understood that those desires would have been crucial to him before he expanded the domain.

What am I chasing?

Using one's name no longer seemed to hold much appeal; at least, he felt it didn't matter if he remained anonymous. He no longer wanted to reclaim his dignity from that person... Well, there was no need. That dignity wasn't a big deal; it was just a stubborn attachment he had held onto in the past.

Dying here now might be a good thing. When he was pulled out of the cycle of history of the scarred era by that person, he had already accomplished half of one of his goals—he would no longer be repeatedly tainted by future generations, but would have a clean and decisive end.

It's such a pity. If only I had been killed by that red-haired woman back then. What cards did she have in her hand? Why didn't she play a single one?

It's intriguing that, for someone who can no longer be called a king, the things behind what that red-haired woman insists on are even more interesting to him.

He walked on absentmindedly.

suddenly,

"Snapped."

Not far in front of him, a person jumped down from above and landed in front of him.

“I thought you were planning to run away,” Spright said calmly, like a friend you’d bumped into on the street.

(End of this chapter)