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Fortunately, Morgunov knew a couple tricks when it came to transferring so much heat at once. Any normal material would be unable to withstand such an extreme and sudden spike in energy, but he had a very abnormal material on hand at all times.

His very own body.

Passive soul defenses combined with soul-strengthening went a long way toward preventing his body from instantly exploding. Plus, he didn't actually have to absorb all of it. He could simply transfer a huge portion of it straight into the ground, effectively turning the sandy desert into even more of a sea of molten glass than it already was.

But he pushed himself to his absolute limit, still. He wanted to take as much heat directly into his body as he possibly could--not because he needed to, per se, but mainly because he wanted to throw it all back in the Vannies' faces.

He ended up bursting into flames. Literally, the heat caused most of his clothes to catch on fire. It was a bit painful, but the discomfort from the heat raging through every cell of his entire body was much more noticeable.

He had experience with this, though, having been set on fire many times before. That was why he always made sure to wear fire-retardant pants and undies. Too many times, he'd been caught butt naked during an experiment or a battle or a battle experiment. So it wasn't too agonizing or distracting for him.

The flamey boy would have to do a lot better than this to make him flinch.

He sent a good eighty percent of the tidal wave's heat right back at them, while still allowing some of it to remain with him just because fighting while on fire was also kinda cool.

And now, apparently, it was Iceheart's turn to step up.