Observing the smile that wouldn't yield to grief and pain, Li Lin recorded his notes and compared them with his information data, selecting answers from his analysis.
"You're hurt…"
The rasping voice close to death wasn't sarcastic or mocking; the soft, deep words held an intangible heaviness. Li Lin, looking down on the dying man, maintained his silence. He analyzed the condition and thoughts of his defeated opponent, their strained voice conveying an undertone of regret that couldn't penetrate his logical screening.
"Slight abrasion on the left cheek."
Acknowledging the wound without any hint of shame or defeat, dispassionately stating just what measure of harm had been inflicted on him.
——A minor cut that would heal in an instant, leaving no scar behind.
"Does it hurt...?"
"Pain signal acknowledged. No anomalies."
"...So you can't even feel the pain?"
"Nerve signal transmission is normal. Pain is correctly identified."
"…"
