"Bastard!" Old Seven's fury erupted. He hadn’t held back, but he was hesitant to kill his own kind. Watching his companions fall one after another burned away his last shred of hesitance, though. Hatred blazed in his eyes.0

Bam! His Finger Strength reached level 6 then. The muscles in his forearms swelled larger than his calves, his fingers expanding into ten deadly gourds. He unleashed a golden air bullet with the force of anti-aircraft artillery, the projectile screaming toward the falling Heavenly Dog and Muzitu.0

A sudden gust tore through the air, hurling the pair sideways....0