Kapitel 975: 498 What is the Hegemon (4000)_2

Casio always made comments as if he were a diner at a restaurant. Of course, he didn't review just any restaurant. At least, he would only glance at a restaurant whose food was edible and reasonably tasty, as in this case with Arlington.

In the battlefield's center, two silhouettes maintained arm-wrestling stances. Casio looked at Arlington, who was emitting white steam all over his body, slightly annoyed by his stubbornness.

"Look, your muscle and skeleton are fragile like a biscuit,"

"A gentle push, a pinch, and they'd break."

Casio's movement was no longer slow—his right hand pushed forward at a normal speed.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The familiar sound of bones cracking, mixed with the rending of skin like a whale's, and arteries bursting, splattering copious amounts of blood.

Finally unable to hold on, Arlington bit down on his teeth and groaned.