She was standing there in front of the fleshy man who was like a hill. In contrast, the little lady was pitifully thin like a bean sprout!
"Are you blind? Don't you see that your opponent is standing right in front of you!" The little stoic spat sarcastically.
The young woman struggled free from the fleshy man's grip and jumped away. When she passed by Qiao Mu, she nodded toward the latter gratefully and whispered, "Careful. He is also a speed-type superhuman."
Qiao Mu hadn't made out this fleshy man to also be a speed-type superhuman.
How much of his speed could he make use of when he was so fat?
But with the woman's warning, she became more wary of the fleshy man.
It really was astonishing that this guy who was as heavy-set as a hill was in reality a speed-type superhuman.
"Hahahaha!" The fleshy man called Iron Pillar was clearly amused by Qiao Mu's small figure.
