Chapter 170: Won't your talent go to waste then?

If it were Eddison Ward, it might be possible indeed.

After all, no one knows how much his physical fitness has been enhanced to this point.

Maybe he can really carry this thing.

Scar Dog and Kerr Cowell looked at each other, then glanced at Eddison Ward not far away as they stepped aside: "Come, you give it a try."

"Alright!"

Eddison Ward, bare-chested, took out a large belt and tied it around his waist, then strode up to the giant gun turret and looked at it, which was as high as a small seven-story building.

Taking a deep breath, he rubbed his hands in the dust on the ground, and even though he just began to grip the turret, his face contorted and his neck veins bulged as he put forth a strong effort.

Under Eddison Ward's strength!

This turret actually began to lift off the ground!

"Not bad."