Chapitre 132: Mind Breaker

Frederik dashed forward. He appeared next to Michael, evaded his kick, and delivered a heavy punch straight to his face.

Blood spurted through the air, and Michael fell to the ground.

Under normal circumstances, Frederik would be smiling brightly right now, however, he stared at Michael with contempt. Frederik was panting, his breathing uneven and ragged while sweat trickled down his temples.

Frederik stared at Silverian Schild in all seriousness. He hesitated for a moment but asked the question that annoyed him the most.

"Why is Michael's heavyweight combat suit three times heavier than mine?" He asked sharply. 

His heavyweight suit was configured to weigh exactly 100 kilograms. The weight was distributed evenly across the entire combat suit, which made it harder to move around while keeping balance, and to fight with light and precise movements while wearing ordinary clothes.