This May Take A While

"Draw your weapon!" Martel bellowed. He threw a sucker punch at Bob and hit him right in the gut.

Bob couldn't react in time, the justifiable cause of his lack of ability to do so was that he couldn't care.

"What?" Bob was a bit confused about Martel's sudden aggression. Martel's intentions were an enigma to him. To be fair, most things confused Bob's pea brain.

'Geez.' Martel withdrew his fist and looked at his son. The lack of a physical reaction to his strike was disturbing. 'So, he really is invincible.'

But in reality, Bob's HP was already at the bare minimum due to that attack. It's just that he couldn't feel it due to the system.

"Your body reacted to the pain, I felt the muscles cry and tissues tear upon impact; yet how are you doing fine?" Martel asked. He looked at Bob, it was all too shocking to find someone immune to pain and suffering.