West rolled one shoulder experimentally. "...I'd say it's pretty much impossible for an ordinary Tier One to damage me now."
His thoughts drifted back to the battle and Renzhi attacks that would have vaporized an average Tier One awakened.
Even many Tier Twos would have walked away with severe injuries, yet... West had suffered little more than bruises and superficial cuts.
He smiled faintly. "The Chalice of Vitality..."
He looked toward the crimson liquid. "...worth every drop."
Repeated use over the past months had steadily strengthened the resilience of his body, making him very durable.
West suddenly opened his inventory and a silver revolver materialized in his hand.
He inspected it briefly before pointing the barrel directly against the center of his left palm.
Without hesitating, West simply pulled the trigger.
BANG!
The gunshot echoed through the apartment causing smoke to drift lazily upward.
