It seems now that the battle between the two has concluded, and our side has lost.
So of the timid people have already started to slowly retreat backward, hoping to slip away quietly.
"Uh, ah ah..."
Sol’s facial features have twisted together.
He reaches out, constantly trying to attack the opponent, but this kind of strength is not even worth ntioning in front of Tie Dan, completely ineffective.
"Hehehe..."
Tie Dan seems to enjoy this mont, his bloodied and mutilated eyes complent the increasingly sinister smile on his face.
However, at this mont, a person in the room, who they have constantly ignored, moves.
That person is Zhang Xiaoman.
Zhang Xiaoman hadn’t made a move all this ti to assess Sol’s strength, and at the sa ti compare the differences in pure physical constitution between Genetic Warriors and Mutants.
Now, after the observation, he basically has a grasp of the forces on both sides.
Compared to Su Ya, his constitution hasn’t improved much, but he excels more in combat skills.
Inside the room, a silhouette flickered past.
Even Tie Dan, the Mutant with extrely strong physical constitution, didn’t react at all.
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Zhang Xiaoman’s speed is impossible to capture with the naked eye; he uses the Mountain Shattering Technique in his hand, and a strike with tenfold strength instantly hits Tie Dan’s chest.
"Boom!!"
In the next second, the huge man who was still holding Sol imdiately lost his balance.
His body shot out like a shell, crashing through the tal walls of the room, flying straight towards a distant bar counter.
"Crack~"
The sound of bottles and jars shattering could be heard dozens of ters away, accompanied by several terrified screams.
Zhang Xiaoman stood in front of Sol, not paying attention to the scene outside, but instead focused his gaze on Sol lying on the ground.
A green light gathered in his hand, and he used the Recovery Spell, gently covering Sol’s wound.
A mont later, Sol finally ca to his senses, clutching his aching head, struggling to stand up.
"You, you..."
He looked at the man in front of him with astonishnt.
Although he was restrained by Tie Dan earlier, he didn’t lose consciousness and knew exactly who saved him.
A series of questions lingered on his lips for a while, eventually turning into two words:
"Thank you..."
"You’re welco."
Zhang Xiaoman smiled and then turned his head, directing his gaze to a nearby table and chairs that had avoided the chaos of the battle.
The latter imdiately seed to co to life, sliding over to the two of them without warning.
"..."
Sol looked blankly at the scene before him, chanically sitting down at Zhang Xiaoman’s gesture.
"You, who exactly are you..."
Finally, he couldn’t help but voice his inner doubts.
"Are you a mutant... What kind of power is this...?"
Now, Sol felt as if his mind was completely blank.
Having grown up, he had never heard of any mutant possessing superpowers that only appear in movies.
Not to ntion the terrifying power and speed the opponent exhibited earlier, just this thod of moving objects from afar had already gone beyond his understanding.
"I’m not a mutant."
To the opponent’s question, Zhang Xiaoman simply replied.
He figured it was about ti Yang Yangyang and the others arrived.
He decided to leave the task of explaining science to the other party.
Across from him, upon hearing his words, Sol reacted differently.
"Not a Genetic Warrior, nor a mutant..."
He muttered a few words to himself, his face showing a contemplative expression.
"You, you... Could you be soone from outside this Star System!?"
He suddenly raised his head, looking at Zhang Xiaoman with wide-eyed horror.
"Oh? Tell your reasoning."
Zhang Xiaoman seed calm, but was actually surprised inside.
He didn’t expect this guy to be so smart, guessing his identity so quickly?
Upon hearing this, Sol explained:
"Actually, I can’t be sure... But the power you demonstrated is too unique, even though we research biological science within the Star System, up until now, there’s been nothing like your... superpower..."
"So far, I’ve only seen this kind of power in the Phantom Spirit Clan, and that is their spiritual energy..."
"But you don’t look like the Phantom Spirits, so I can only speculate, you’re an alien from another Star System... or perhaps, you’re a Guleng Star person who learned how to use spiritual energy under special circumstances..."
Listening to his analysis, Zhang Xiaoman secretly nodded.
"I see, this guy indeed deserves to be the instructor of the chanical Army, he knows clearly more about the Phantom Spirit Clan than that girl Su Ya."
At that mont, there was a commotion outside, from a bunch of lackeys who had been crowding and peeking into the room.
Soon, seven or eight figures parted the crowd, walking straight toward Zhang Xiaoman’s location.
Sol looked up, his expression suddenly freezing.
The man in the lead was holding a two-and-a-half-ter-tall big man with one hand, as if he were casually carrying a sapling, striding into the room.
Who else could this big man be but Tie Dan?
Tie Dan is extrely heavy, estimated by sight he’s at least over 500 pounds.
Sol thought to himself, he too could lift sothing of this weight.
But to handle it as lightly as the man before him, that would be a fool’s talk.
"He, he is..."
Recognizing the person in front of him, Sol showed a relieved expression.
No wonder he felt a sense of familiarity when he first saw this mysterious person.
Turns out he had seen those kinds of clothes on the other person before.
"Star Lord, you’ve already arrived."
Yang Yangyang walked over, casually tossing Tie Dan aside like throwing out trash.
He had already sensed the situation here from outside.
The big guy in his hand had been punched out by our Boss.
Though he didn’t know what he had done to provoke the Boss to personally intervene.
But Yang Yangyang understood, whoever the Boss dealt with was absolutely no good person.
Seeing the person was unconscious and fearing he might escape, Yang Yangyang simply carried him back.
Yang Yangyang stood a little behind Zhang Xiaoman, first performing a Star Touching Ceremony, then respectfully saying:
"Star Lord, this is the place I ntioned to you last ti, it’s precisely this boss who owns a set of Corona Combat Suit."
Though the first batch of mbers of the Light Blue Clan have a good private relationship with the Boss, often joking around.
Yet when outsiders are present, they exhibit great respect.
Initially, Zhang Xiaoman felt sowhat uncomfortable.
But as ti passed, the mbers of the Star Alliance increased, and he stayed in the position of Star Lord longer, he gradually got used to it.
"So it’s you..."
Sol helplessly smiled, speaking:
"I should have known, you all share similar appearances, wear the sa style of clothes, and possess incredible abilities, you must belong to the sa faction..."
He knew Yang Yangyang.
Initially, upon first seeing him, he thought about recruiting him, considering the unique communication ability he exhibited was unheard of.
Yang Yangyang studied the Hearing Assistance Technique and engraved the language of Guleng Star.
So even though he spoke in Chinese, Sol could understand the aning directly.
This alone was enough to demonstrate his remarkable nature.
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