"These bodies… all went through harsh training. Every part of them is incomparably strong, and there are no old injuries…"
At the same time as the Controller grew alert, Lu Yu stood before a culture dish, speaking in a low voice. His tone was deep, every word steeped in thought: "Looks like Adelheid really does take the importance of reserve bodies extremely seriously!"
As he spoke, Lu Yu stared at the rows of reserve bodies before him. A cold gleam flashed in his eyes, revealing a hint of ruthless decisiveness.
"But these reserve bodies will all become huge troubles in the end, so it's better if they're scrapped now!"
As he said that, Lu Yu's palm brushed across his waist!
Clang!
With a ringing note, the Rope-Curled Sword suddenly appeared in Lu Yu's hand. Its blade, thin as a cicada's wing, pulsed faintly, echoing the fluorescence from the surrounding culture dishes, looking bizarrely seductive and razor-cold.
