"A true Calming Technique should be about turning that boiling water into a tailor-made potion!"
Su An'an flicked her hand.
Her green tentacles transformed into a syringe and plunged into Lei Ya's temple, drawing out the frenzied Energy like molten lava.
As it spun rapidly within the syringe, it let out a hum like a dragon's roar.
"Aaargh!"
Lei Ya's roar shattered three cameras.
[Warning! Pain levels have surpassed SS Level!]
A comment from White Fairy had just popped up: [This is torture!]
SLAP!
Su An'an had already changed her tentacle into a grinding wheel and pressed it against the surface of the Beast Core. Sparks flew as her cold, mocking voice cut through the air:
"That method of yours from the Empire Academy?"
With a swipe of her finger, a projection appeared, simultaneously displaying a case study of a Beast Core that had been mangled by the Academy's steel-brush-like spiritual power. "Now *this* is what I call torture!"
When the last piece of scale fell away—
