Probably about the same as a First Rank Life.
However, the opponent's Life Magnetism was quite peculiar, making Brian vaguely feel a hint of threat.
The most captivating was the wound on Old White's chest.
There was a depressed fist mark branded into Old White's chest, his entire skin showing burn scars, and Brian could clearly smell the aroma of roasted pig liver.
"This wound... why does it look so much like Dean's handiwork?"
Brian muttered to himself.
Seeing him lost in thought,
Old White, locked up, turned his Blood Eyes and said with a villainous effect in his voice, "Do you want to save that cowardly me?"
Hearing this, Brian snapped back to reality and nodded, "Yes, you are very ill, severely ill. Although I am an Autopsy Officer and not adept at treating illnesses, I know a bit about fist fighting and chemistry..."
As he spoke, he pulled a blood-stained box from under the dissection table.
Upon opening the box, various strange and bizarre knives were revealed.
