Although this man wasn't clad in the distinctive attire of a sumo wrestler, just by looking at his enormous and obese figure that rendered him unable to wipe his own behind, Li Ang could deduce that this was very likely a sumo wrestler.
At the moment, he was even wearing a custom protective suit, sitting there like a fleshy fortress, indeed exuding an overwhelming presence.
In a fight between ordinary people, when their skills aren't too different, it's generally the larger one who has the better odds of winning.
In fact, even among mutant warriors, although the impact of size is somewhat reduced, it still exists.
Just look at those layers of fat, thicker than car tires—ordinary punches and kicks would probably not cause the slightest damage.
In just a few breaths' time, Li Ang had completed his assessment of this man's strength.
But the looks on the faces of the few teammates with him had become even more solemn, clearly already having some knowledge of this man.
