The Fishman had big eyes. Translucent eyelids covered its eyeballs, making its eyes appear foggy, giving a sense of drowsiness.
The scales of the Fishman were beautiful. From a distance, they seemed a dull blue-gray. But up close, the mesmerizing oily gloss on the scales was dazzling.
The Fishman had remarkable strength. Its bulging biceps and smooth deltoids were enough to make any fitness-loving man envious.
But if you asked Zheng Qing for his deepest impression of the Fishman.
He would only say one word:
Stinky.
It was reminiscent of methane gas rolling out from the deepest part of the muck. Like the smell after storing grains for a very long time.
The freshmen hadn't felt the power of the creature's fist yet, fleeing already under its passive chemical attack.
As soon as they got close, a disgusting smell assaulted their senses, causing a few pampered newcomers to vomit immediately.
