"God Hunter?"
Xia Hongyao glanced around and captured everything in the camp in an instant.
About thirty meters ahead, there was a high platform constructed from dozens of scrapped cars, and at this moment, two people were fighting on the platform.
One of them wore tight red leather pants, was bare-chested, and had a wide belt around his waist, resembling the golden belt a boxer receives after winning a championship.
The boxer was over two meters tall with bulging muscles, full and heaving, covered in sweat, exuding not only masculine strength but also a strong sense of oppression.
"This guy should be a monster, right?"
Kim Myungjin couldn't see the boxer's head because he wore an oversized red helmet covered in multicolored graffiti.
The most striking was the green skull pattern at the back of his head, as if it would ignite in the next second.
His opponent was a middle-aged man in a suit, currently bruised and battered, covered in blood.
