The surface of the battle suit flowed with a viscous sheen.
It outlined Shi Hao's robust muscular contours, yet carried an eerie texture akin to a non-Newtonian fluid.
An inhumanly terrifying pressure, more intense than before, erupted from the body wrapped in the black battle suit like a tangible tidal wave.
The sweet yet sickening scent, captivating yet sinister, intensified several times over in an instant.
And just at the moment when Fang Qingyu was still contemplating,
"Whoosh—!"
Shi Hao, covered in the black battle suit, moved.
Speed...
More than twice as fast as before?!
All that remained was a distorted black afterimage in the air, torn by extreme speed.
The true form, as if teleporting, appeared at the spot where Fang Qingyu had just stood.
Boom—!!!
The fist covered in the viscous black suit, carrying absolute power capable of toppling mountains, smashed ferociously into the spot where Fang Qingyu had stood moments before.
