Zhou Cheng stood in the arena, facing an opponent who had transformed into a colossal mammoth.
He didn't panic in the slightest. He raised one small hand and unleashed a rapid-fire stream of heartfelt "blessings" like a machine gun.
"Weaken physique!"
"Weaken stamina!"
"Weaken speed!"
"Weaken reflexes!"
"Weaken defense!"
"Weaken mental strength!"
"Weaken bone strength!"
"Weaken vital energy!"
"Weaken kidney function!"
"Weaken heart function!"
"Weaken spiritual power!"
"Weaken intelligence!"
"Weaken brain activity!"
"Weaken bodily cell activity!"
"Weaken recovery!"
"Weaken physical resistance!"
"Weaken sense of pain!"
"Weaken sense of touch!"
"…"
The opponent was still standing dozens of meters away from Zhou Cheng when his vision suddenly went black and his legs turned to jelly. He fell over and somehow broke several bones, while his wounds bled without stopping.
Then he involuntarily returned to human form, sat on the ground drooling and grinning stupidly, and was promptly kicked out of the ring by Zhou Cheng.
Standing in the center of the arena, Zhou Cheng looked around. The entire crowd was dead silent…
