"Huh? [Monster]? Just the little one? He's even wearing casual clothes!"
"The famous Quan Yuanhui is so reluctant to find gimmicks, hey! Please be serious!"
In the desperate arena, use the world's top stage equipment.
Whether it's the player's face, posture, or subtle words, they can be clearly seen by the tens of thousands of people in the audience at the stadium.
Therefore, after Julius and Baidang Jing appeared one after another, the noise in the audience was like a wave.
Bai Tangjing, who is over 1.8 meters tall, wearing regular clothes and with obvious muscular lines, is considered a "big man" in the eyes of ordinary people.
But everything must be compared.
When he appeared with Julius, the boy's physical data... No! The physical data of the entire Fist Club fighter!
——Compared to him, you are as weak as a doll!
The boy's head could only reach chest height in front of him.
Wearing only a pair of bodybuilding briefs, his muscular body stood in front of him, like a living mountain of muscles!
Under Julius's downward gaze, not even the lights of the venue could shine on the upper body of Baidang Jing.
Buried in the shadows, it was as if he already had half his life swallowed into the mouth by the [monster] across from him!
"Aren't you going to change your clothes?" the muscular man asked expressionlessly. "Let me state in advance that I hate cowards who prepare excuses for their failures in advance."
A fist as big as a human head was placed on the side of Bai Tangjing's ear, and he slowly squeezed it.
"Crack, crunch - if you are that kind of person, I will break all your bones in the game."
The referee on the side was sweating profusely and looked like he wanted to step forward to keep the two men calm before the match in accordance with professional ethics, but he did not dare to step forward due to the biological survival instinct.
But the young man, whose fist was already in his ear, smiled casually.
"Don't worry, uncle." Bai Tangjing tugged on his collar indifferently. "The fighters before me wore less clothes because they wanted to reduce movement resistance and reduce the places for opponents to grab. But I don't.
You need it. After all, if you want to fight me...
This game is unfair to you."
"..."
"Hmph -" After a brief silence, Julius withdrew his terrifying fist. "Isn't he a coward, but an arrogant maniac? That's good, at least he won't be annoying."
It seemed that the relaxed atmosphere gave the referee a brief moment of courage.
He hurriedly dropped his arms as if trying to find a chance, and then retreated as if running for his life.
"Game start!"
"boom!"
The roar of the fist fell almost at the same time as the voice!
Bai Tangjing even remained in a relaxed state.
Julius' clenched fist struck him in the abdomen!
It is inconsistent with the image of ordinary people that the bigger you are, the less agile you are.
Julius Reinhardt is a [monster] capable of dragging a body weighing 200 kilograms and achieving racing-level acceleration!
And his fists are only faster than his body! They are stronger!
A fist as big as a man's head stamped on the young man's body, sinking deeply into his soft abdomen with an momentum that almost penetrated the flesh.
The surrounding sand was blown away by the force of the physical collision, creating a wave of sand and dust.
Twist, swing, and exert force!
The [monster] created by biotechnology did not stop there. Instead, the muscles all over its body were like springs with two stages of added force.
He stepped forward with a lunge, put his fist on Bai Tangjing's abdomen, and forced him to fly away!
"Shua-"
Before the circular air wave even had time to subside, it was broken by the air flow brought by the flying human body.
In an almost comically exaggerated manner, Bai Tangjing's feet were knocked off the ground and hit the cement wall at the edge of the arena with the sound of howling wind!
"Bang!"
In the eyes of ordinary people, the indestructible cement wall is no better than building blocks in this impact.
The cement wrapped around the steel bars inside and flew out.
The turbid smoke rose at least three meters high!
"..."
The audience in the Arena of Destiny were shocked by Julius' extremely violent performance and were speechless.
But then, there was a roar like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
"Wow!!!!!"
"This power! This indescribable muscular power! This is what a man is!"
"[Monster]! [Monster]! [Monster]!"
"That [monster] is just a coward! How can it be compared with Julius!"
The roar of the audience is the highest since the start of the Quan Yuan Jue Ming match!
The martial artists sitting in the special seats and observing the scene at close range all looked at the mountain of muscles that had slowly withdrawn their fists with solemn and disbelieving eyes.
"Wakatsuki, that kind of power..." Imai Cosmos, with blond hair and beautiful face, stretched out his hand and pointed at the arena, his mouth closed in shock. "With that kind of fist-pumping action that can be called 'amateur', in less than a second
In a matter of seconds, the weight of more than 80 kilograms was blown at least 20 meters away..."
The Wakatsuki warrior sitting next to him understood what he meant.
If it were him on the court, could he do this?
The calm character Wakatsuki Samurai estimated in his mind.
But seeing someone of the same kind "in strength" for the first time in his life made him unable to answer this question at all.
After pondering, he could only frown and remain silent.
At the highest level of the arena, there are VIP boxes that are only allocated to dignitaries and wealthy individuals from various countries.
The old man, half of his face burned and blended, was sitting leisurely on a graceful and luxurious chair, holding a glass of expensive red wine and watching the real-time battle situation in front of him.
In the shadows behind him were Ren Nikaidou, who was put in a plaster cast again, and Masaki Meguro, who still looked like a beast even though he was injured.
"So," Hayami Katsumasa shook his glass, "it was this kid, a little guy who dared to join in the fight and risk his life without knowing the heights of the world. He injured you during the siege?"
"Yes, boss."
"I'm not doing my job well," the ferocious-looking old man casually propped up his chin and crossed his legs, "but it doesn't matter. After all, nothing can be said to be an obstacle in front of Julius's muscles."
As he spoke, he raised the wine glass in front of his eyes.
It seems that I have given up watching the game scene which has become boring.
The real-time battle scene on the TV was dyed bright red through the wine glass.
Behind him, Ren Nikaido could see half of the terrifying face through the reflection of the glass and red wine...