Zhou Cheng stood on the field, looking at his opponent who had transformed into a giant mammoth.
He didn't panic at all. He raised his little hand and gave the other person his heartfelt "blessings" using the style of a submachine gun.
"Physique is weakened!"
"Stamina weakened!"
"Speed weakened!"
"Response weakened!"
"Defense weakened!"
"Mental weakening!"
"Weakened bone strength!"
"The blood is weakened!"
"Weakened kidney function!"
"Heart function is weakened!"
"Spiritual power is weakened!"
"Intelligence weakened!"
"Weakened brain activity!"
"The activity of body cells is weakened!"
"Resilience is weakened!"
"The body's resistance is weakened!"
"The pain is weakened!"
"Weakened touch!"
"…………"
Then, while the other party was still standing dozens of meters away from Zhou Cheng, he suddenly felt his eyes black and his legs weak. He was seriously injured with multiple fractures on his body and bleeding from the wounds.
After that, he passively returned to his human form, sitting on the ground drooling and giggling, and then was kicked down by Zhou Cheng.
Zhou Cheng stood in the center of the ring and looked around. The whole place was silent...
