"Fuck! I'm on it!" King of Strength leaped off the mining cart as his muscles swelled up all over, his skin on both arms covered in various patterns drawn with luminous stone marrow.
He charged towards the shadow as soon as he alighted from the cart.
The two shadows made no pause, rapidly drawing closer, colliding head-on.
Bang!
King of Strength was knocked over, rolling onto the ground.
Before he could get up, the shadow dashed forward, pulling its legs free of the foam, and delivered a kick right to King of Strength's jaw.
Bang!
The kick sent King of Strength flying into the wall. He couldn't get up for a while.
As they got closer, everyone finally saw what this guy was.
The shape was not a living person but a black-haired Sheepman with the head of a mountain goat!
The Sheepman stood two meters tall, with no muscles; under its black fur were dull, shriveled bones.
Its arms were like two giant black scythes that could produce a piercing sonic boom with a casual swing.
