Chapter 103: Confident and Versatile—Come and Challenge Me if You Dare

“Basically, I have no weaknesses. The boss considers me an all-around talent, capable of handling any task,” Qi said confidently.

“Such arrogance! If you’re so capable, why not compete with me, a genius marksman, in long-range attacks?” Mein said, clearly displeased.

“Exactly. Show me your skills in controlling threads. I’ll make sure you, the arrogant one, lose completely,” another voice chimed in.

“And me too. Young man, although your overall combat ability is indeed stronger than mine, when it comes to wielding polearms, I don’t think you’ve got the edge,” said Bran, his competitive spirit ignited by Qi’s bold claims.

“Now then, Qi, since you lost your right hand, how much of your strength can you still tap into?” Najesti signaled everyone to quiet down before asking.

“Well, relying solely on my left hand, I can only perform at about sixty percent of my peak,” Qi said, testing his left hand. “But…” Qi smiled, and to everyone’s astonishment, the wound on his shoulder where the arm had been severed began to writhe, and in the blink of an eye, a new right arm sprouted, its skin indistinguishable from the rest of his body.

“I can now perform at one hundred percent. I originally planned to use this to surprise General Bud or that Esdeath at a critical moment, but on second thought, it’s really inconvenient without a right arm.” Qi ignored everyone’s wide-eyed stares and waved his right arm.

“I… no way! Is it true? Your severed arm actually grew back?” Labork stepped forward to inspect Qi’s new right arm and the previously severed shoulder.

“Ah!” Labork was immediately sent flying by a punch from Qi’s right hand. “Do you still believe it now?” Qi said with a mischievous grin.

“You have regeneration abilities?” Najesti’s expression lit up with surprise. Qi at his best was a warrior capable of rivaling the strongest in the imperial capital—future injuries would no longer be a concern. Though in her heart, he still didn’t compare to that woman, the true strongest in the empire.

“Didn’t I say before my fight with General Bud? I am immortal. Of course, every life has its end, and my weak point is my brain. As long as my head remains, even if the rest of my body is destroyed, I can regenerate—provided I have enough energy to do so,” Qi said, narrowing his eyes.

“Oh—telling us all this shows quite the resolve,” Najesti said, surprised and approving. Even the other members of the Night Raid smiled. Trust—trust among comrades—they all accepted this powerful newcomer who had just joined them.

“Hmm, with your attributes—no imperial weapon, able to fly swiftly, possessing incredibly hard crystal and strong combat and recovery abilities—you’re suited to be a shield that rescues others everywhere. As long as you cover the rear, without an imperial weapon, you won’t trigger the strict rules that govern imperial weapon wielders, which can significantly reduce Night Raid’s casualties,” Najesti said with a smile.

“No way, an all-around talent like me is just meant to cover the rear?” Qi asked in astonishment.

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