Zhang Xiaowei's True Qi was not powerful.
His greatest advantage was his towering size and all that body fat.
So much so that ordinary attacks simply couldn't harm him.
Zhang Xiaowei's previous punch and kick were just like that, as if he had kicked a wooden post, and the other party didn't even blink.
No good, if this continued, sooner or later he would be at a disadvantage.
But if he used his full strength, wouldn't that expose his bottom line?
Moreover, it was a huge waste of energy, and he would still be at a disadvantage in the later contests.
Faced with such a dilemma, Zhang Xiaowei's brain spun rapidly.
The situation was too urgent to allow him further thought.
Big Pudge had successfully cornered Zhang Xiaowei, and his face was split with a smile.
He moved slowly, fearing that Zhang Xiaowei would run circles around him.
If this went on for too long, he himself would be out of energy.
"Ha ha, let's see where you can run to now!"
