Suddenly, a fitting description flashed in Hao Yunyang’s mind: Thirty human-shaped raptors!
Protruding muscles, massive builds – even the man around 1.7 meters tall now gave an impression of towering might. Massive, incredibly massive!
As Hao Yunyang had guessed, the body changes of these thirty people were indeed related to the diluted drug concentration. Wang Shiyu and Wan Hongyuan’s muscle density was at a certain level, while these seemingly formidable men had a much lower muscle density.
It was precisely this loose muscle density that created the current situation – a group of human-shaped raptors emerging dramatically, delivering a shocking visual impact!
Even with their lower muscle density, they would be terrifying to ordinary people or even professional boxers. Comparing them to Tyson, whose muscle density was around a certain level, these men were still incredibly impressive.
So Hao Yunyang’s instinctive view of them as thirty human-shaped raptors was quite apt.
Hao Yunyang stood watching these thirty human-shaped raptors, with Wang Shiyu and Wan Hongyuan standing on either side, exchanging bewildered looks. However, both were not fools.
From the men’s reactions, it was clear Hao Yunyang had given them special treatment. Otherwise, wouldn’t their perfect physiques have become like these thirty men? The three – Hao Yunyang, Wang Shiyu, and Wan Hongyuan – stood silently, watching as the thirty men who had just jumped from the cultivation tank now looked at each other, seemingly unable to recognize who was who.
A man around 1.8 meters tall, with arms thicker than most people’s thighs, swallowed and uncertainly asked another similarly built man: “Are you… Xian Hui?”
“Are you… Rong Bing?”
“What happened to you?”
“I want to ask you the same – when did you build up such muscles!”
“Hahaha! I feel great! My whole body is full of endless energy. Little Chrysanthemum, come fight me! I want to test if my fist can punch into your ass!”
“Fuck your mother’s mouth! Bring it on!” The man called Little Chrysanthemum cursed and immediately attacked.
Within moments, they were wrestling, throwing real punches and kicks. “Bang! Boom!” The cultivation tank was smashed, leaving a massive fist print.
Seeing the two men wrestling, the others began to stir, their ingrained combative nature quickly overwhelming their reason. One man roared, “Who the hell splashed me with their sweat?”
