With a roar like a thunderclap, Fang Cheng's muscles rapidly swelled.
The Combat Suit, which was originally tightly fitted to his body, could no longer withstand this brutal force.
Bang!
In an instant, it tore into countless black fabric pieces, shooting out in all directions.
Where Fang Cheng stood, dust also rapidly rose into the air, mingling with the fragments of clothing, swirling everywhere.
It was as if a tornado was howling around him, and even the surrounding space felt the overwhelming momentum.
Shadow and the hooded man, who were closing in from both sides, felt their breath catch, their attack momentarily faltering.
After Fang Cheng's clothes were torn apart, the muscles on his arms, thighs, and torso were fully exposed.
Only a pair of red underwear remained, tightly covering the key areas.
His skin, flushed red, undulated constantly, as if several giant serpents were slithering beneath it.
