On the other side, Zhu Haomiao returned to the cruise ship and took a shower, washing away the blood and dirt.
Coming out of the bathroom, looking at the terrifying wounds all over his body, Zhu Haomiao frowned slightly.
Once he deeply releases the [anger], he becomes like a masochist, not using a sword, fighting the enemy with fists and feet like a beast.
At the time, it felt exhilarating, but thinking back afterward, it seemed a bit foolish.
Recalling carefully, Zhu Haomiao vaguely had some insight.
In that state, he actually craved pain, craved injury, which is why he instinctively abandoned the sword and fought with claws and teeth!
Pain is pleasure, scars are nourishment, whatever doesn't kill me makes me stronger!
As if a flash of inspiration, Zhu Haomiao understood the high rank authority of [anger].
He can draw nourishment from pain and injury!
Astonished, looking at the various scars covering his body, a hint of delight flashed in Zhu Haomiao's eyes.
