Gael's sudden transformation filled Zhao Fei with a strong sense of danger. He speculated that the blue liquid Gael had injected into his body was likely some kind of drug capable of stimulating potential. As Gael's muscles began to bulge visibly, Zhao Fei also sensed an explosive growth in his opponent's aura.
"I really didn't think I would have to use this so soon, Huaxia man. This is all thanks to you," Gael's voice, emerging from his throat, had become extremely hoarse, as if it came from an old man in his seventies or eighties.
With a fierce step forward, a "bang" sounded, kicking up dust and leaving a deep footprint on the ground. Like a fast-running cheetah, Gael charged at Zhao Fei in the blink of an eye, landing a heavy punch on Zhao Fei's chest before he could react.
"Pu—" A sweet taste in his throat, a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from Zhao Fei's mouth, and his body slammed harshly against a thick tree trunk.
