Biological Magnetic Field

"Hit you? Stop fooling around. We're not boors. We're super soldiers who perfectly combine intelligence and strength in a fight!"

When the surrounding warriors heard this, they all cheered and echoed the sentiment.

"That's right, that's right. Who says we're boors? We're all advanced supermen who pay equal attention to both tactics and strength!"

The chubby young man in the ring became even more anxious.

Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead like raindrops.

"Alright, then. Let's go all out!"

He gritted his teeth and threw himself at the young man in red.

"What are they doing?"

The audience was confused.

If the chubby young man moved forward recklessly, wouldn't he be exposing his weakness?

As expected, the young man in red was ready to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

His fist was like an arrow that had left the bow as it charged straight at the other party.