Front Seat

"That was cruel, in an interestingly good way. You gave him hope that he would be able to escape by using that Rifle, when he managed to dodge away, you exploded the talisman to destabilize him and make him a sitting duck for your next hit."

"Yep, that's the gist of it," I said as I reassembled my rifle and headed to the body's location.

Once I arrived at the location I was honestly surprised at the sight.

"The fuck is this, are you Wolverine?" I spoke in a disgusted tone and expression.

The man, who should have had his head pulverized was slowly, recovering. The base of his skull was completely gone, and nothing but liquid and mush brain matter remained, but it was still recovering.

"What an interesting specimen," I said as I placed my hand on the body cultivator's chest and used the White Hand of Plagues.

His regeneration was immediately siphoned away and he was finally and truly dead.