Gracie's Wonderful Studio

But the man didn't change his face, as if he wasn't the one who was injured.

Even if it is an opponent, Edward can't help but be in awe now.

"Why are you attacking us?"

Gracie asked.

"And you, an old comrade in his 40s and 12s, come to cheat and attack me, a [-]-year-old young man, is that okay?"

"It's really not good."

Scar nodded, he calmly looked at the girl.

"If I knew that you have a body that is as fast as the President, then I would use a different method to attack..."

Done.

The refined light appeared on the right hand again.

Just when Gracie and Edward thought that the other party would launch a second round of attacks.

The opponent slapped the ground with a palm.

The cement floor decomposed and collapsed like bean dregs.

As for Scar himself, he ran away through the underground city pipeline.

Gracie and Edward were stunned for a moment.

"It ran away?"

Edward pouted.

"I thought it was some powerful person who dared to attack us, but this is it? Is this all?"

"..."

Gracie looked at Edward's look that deserved a beating, and wanted to say that Edward might not be his opponent.

"The opponent is very decisive... That right hand gives me a very dangerous feeling, but his speed is not as fast as mine, which means that the right hand that can pose a threat to me cannot touch me. He couldn't stand it either."

It was a lost battle, and there was no shame in running away.

It would be better to say that retreating so decisively is the most powerful thing.

Because it was only ten seconds before and after.

Mustang rushed over with the people from the military department in a mighty manner.

If you go a little later and are surrounded, it will be difficult to go again.

"Grace! Edward, are you all right?"

Mustang looked around as if the ground had been plowed by a locomotive, and looked around vigilantly.

He had heard the commotion here before from a long distance away.

It's a pity that we were still a step behind in rushing.

"That man was beaten away by Gracie."

Edward said proudly.

It looked like he beat it himself.

It's like the kind of company that is very powerful, but I have the lowest basic salary, but still have a kind of mysterious glory.

Mustang ignored Edward.

The reason why he rushed over in such a hurry was because Edward was not the opponent's opponent, and he was afraid of accidents.

Unexpectedly, Gracie settled directly.

"Can you tell me the specific situation?" Mustang asked solemnly: "After all, judging from the current records, you are the only alchemist who can not only suppress him, but also survive after fighting him."

"Okay...but I'm going to try first."

While speaking, Gracie began to draw a formation on the ground.

"This is what I saw when I was fighting him just now. Try the effect and you will know what the opponent is capable of."

Haven't written yet.

Gracie looked up speechlessly at the crowd who got up around her.

"You... what are you doing?"

"It's nothing, they just want to see the genius." Mustang also leaned over and urged: "Actually, I also want to see how you deduce other people's formation in reverse."

"..." Gray didn't say anything more, but started to draw on the ground.

"Is this a formation?" Mustang looked at something completely different from the normal formation and asked.

"How do I know? This is what he drew on his right hand... Even if he tattooed a husky as a formation, you can't say anything."

Gracie complained angrily while drawing.

Under the care of the truth, she understood the meaning of each stroke of this refining formation while she was painting.

"Alchemy is divided into three stages, analysis, decomposition, and reorganization. Scar's right arm only stops alchemy at the second stage - decomposition."

After finishing the last stroke, Gracie understood all the functions of the formation.

"His right hand can decompose matter, as well as the human body. It is a one-hit kill for normal people. In other words, he can decompose all kinds of effects produced by alchemy. In addition, he has flexible positioning and fighting skills. , it is normal to be able to kill many state-level alchemists in the military department."

No wonder she felt that the opponent's right hand was dangerous.

Words that can break down the human body.

Although she is part of the Houkai beast gene, the nature of the human body is not without it.

If Gracie is really caught by Scar.

Let the genes of the Houkai Beast dominate, and there may be a man-made collapse.

It's a pity that although the arm is full of patterns, it can only be activated when the palm touches something.

"This is his weakness. It was because of this that he ran away just now."

Gracie patted her skirt, stood up and concluded.

"In short, if you meet, just be careful not to be touched by his right hand, or greet his arm directly, and break the arm directly, and his right hand will be useless."

"You're right."

Mustang rubbed his head and said quietly.

"I think the ten national alchemists who died before thought so too."

If it's really what Gracie said.

Then when the first wave of his alchemical creations were destroyed by the opponent's right hand.

These national alchemists, who are like war machines, will immediately hit the opponent's right hand to death.

But the reality is that only Gracie succeeded in this way.

After all, the opponent is not a dead person, even if he knows his weakness, he can't hit him wherever he wants.

"It's tricky..."

Mustang felt a terrible headache.

Chapter 91 The Genocide of the Past

"It doesn't need to be such a headache, he can't run away."

Gracie reached out and patted the colonel's chest, and stuffed a gadget into the colonel's chest pocket by the way.

"What is this?" Mustang took out a palm-sized box from his pocket.

"Locator."

Gracie explained.

This was just when she and Scar fought, she let it go.

It's not that Scar is not alert.

It's just that the technology level of the locator in the collapsed world is too high.

How to guard against something you have never seen before.

Can't prevent it at all.

"Colonel, what are you looking at?"

"It's nothing... I just feel that you don't act like a child. Well, at least you are much better than that Edward who is a few years older than you."

Mustang felt that Gracie seemed very reliable.

At this age, like Edward, he is very smart, but it is normal for him to be impulsive.

"Maybe it's because I can feel everyone's colors... so I rarely do things that disappoint others." Gracie explained obediently.

"color?"

Mustang said thoughtfully upon hearing this word.

"Is this the alchemy you are good at?"

The Alchemist of Color?

It's too much punishment for Gracie to be given this name.

"more or less……"

Gracie didn't know how to explain it either.

It can also be regarded as a kind of ability.

"You said that you can feel everyone's color, is it similar to mind reading?"

Mustang asked.