"I can't imagine how Ah Ce is supposed to fight now."
After solemnly proclaiming his resolve, what he received wasn't agreement but a friend's rebuttal.
"Maintaining your life with a white matter heart is already your limit, right? Without your real heart, you can't even stand on your own, your combat power has fallen to..."
"A chicken?"
"The extent of a single weed."
Not even an animal anymore. At least a weed was a more fitting description.
"What can a single weed do?"
Miss Qin thought for a second and answered, "Scraps for making a grass ring."
"In terms of uselessness, that's truly the pinnacle."
Jokes aside, the reality wouldn't change because of his optimistic attitude.
Gongsun Ce's current condition was even worse than during the Inch Time Fighting field. At least in the fair duel arena, he had a healthy body, while now, although he had recovered the ability to speak normally, he couldn't even move on his own.