Zhang Rongfang's body now stands at an impressive height of two meters and three centimeters. His physique has become increasingly well-proportioned, no longer appearing as excessively muscular as before, with smaller, denser muscles.
But anyone can instantly see that it is precisely this kind of build that is more suited to unleashing tremendous speed and power.
"Need any help?" he glanced at the red-haired man in the arena, who was getting used to the siege.
"A gentleman's body is incomparably precious, it's better to..." Zhang Zhenhai's words weren't even finished before the figure in front of him had vanished.
She quickly turned her head, looking into the arena.
Bam!!!
In an instant, a shadow plunged into the formation like a cannonball.
The red-haired man was just guarding against a scimitar from behind when he suddenly sensed something amiss. He looked up and forward.
