Zhao Manying said softly, "I told you before, she was just humiliating herself."
Su Ziyou nodded and exclaimed, "Xinghuo, seeing your strength with my own eyes, I find it even more exaggerated. Even though I'm a Legendary, I might not even have a ten percent chance against you."
He felt both astonished and shocked.
In fact, not just Su Ziyou—everyone present today, those Legendary beings, all felt threatened.
Everyone couldn't believe that the strength of a Super Mutant could be so immense.
This was beyond their comprehensive limits.
The comment from the ADC, "The top beneath the Heavenly King," now seemed entirely accurate with no exaggeration.
Ji Xinghuo lay semi-reclined on the sofa, stretching his arms, and said to Su Ziyou, "If I didn't have the strength, how would I dare to make a betting agreement with Li Xuan?"
"That's true..." Su Ziyou nodded.
Zhao Manying was playing with her phone when she suddenly said, "Xinghuo, your odds have dropped."
"Let me see."
