Dong! Dong! Dong! Dang! Dang! Dang!

The result was that both the average-looking man and the nerd slashed at the boy's right hand.

Their tentacles clashed a few times, but because of their heavy injuries, they didn't have the strength to truly fight each other.

The high school boy looked at them helplessly. "Fine. Kenji, pick a foot."

The nerd, Kenji: "No way, why should I be a smelly foot? Apart from sleeping, I have to keep moving? I would rather die."

Hearing that, the high school boy's eyes flickered; he really wanted to stab this idiot teammate to death.

He had far superior brains, however, and resisted the urge. "Then come to my chest."

Hearing that, Kenji was very pleased. "That's great."

The tramp and the average-looking man couldn't help but look at this super idiot of their own kind with all the eyeballs they had. They had pretty much the same thought as the high school boy: Why didn't this embarrassing teammate die sooner?

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