The boy, Little Tiger, had vanished. Just as everyone thought Mu Chen had blasted him off the arena, a figure fell from the sky. For some reason, however, the figure staggered and tumbled onto the arena floor.
"Wow, that hurts, that hurts! It's killing me!"
A howl erupted from the fallen figure. It was Little Tiger, the boy who had just clashed with Mu Chen. He was clutching his tan fist, blowing on it vigorously.
Mu Chen's brow furrowed. He was utterly astonished. 'My own strength has reached such a level—over ten thousand pounds! Under the force of Little Tiger's assault, I actually forgot to hold back and used my full strength. I regretted it the moment I unleashed it, and in my haste to pull back, I only managed to retract thirty percent of it. If it were someone of the same level, a mere seventy percent of that force would have been enough to shatter their arm. If their constitution was weak, it might have even killed them outright.'
