"Didn't you ...... suffer the torture of ice and fire?"
Having been trapped in a heavenly prison for a long time, he naturally knew all about the penalties in it, including his own legs, which did not match his huge upper body because he had been tortured in such a way back then.
The torture of ice, which he could naturally resist with his strength, and the pain of fire, which he healed again with his powerful self-generating powers, but the cut that was burnt off always left him with much shorter legs ......
But in any case, he paid the price, but on the contrary, Han Qianqian ......
He was not hurt at all!
While he wondered at Han Qianqian, Han Qianqian was also sizing him up.
The whole person is like a big mountain, although it is a person, but by more like a mutated bullfrog transformed into a person, both the outline of a human body, but also has the shape of a frog.
A few sparse but individual hairs hang down from his enormous head, which, when viewed from a distance, is both unkempt and at the same time a little frightening to look at.
"You are the Desert Slayer?" Han Qianqian opened his mouth slightly.
"Well, don't look at me with that one eye of yours, what's a little torture by ice and fire?"
"Get down to business, there are two options, either, you go back to sleep your sleep and I'll sleep mine, or, I'll sleep after I beat you down."
"I've got business tomorrow, waiting for a good show, I don't have time to talk to you that much."
Not waiting for the desert slayer to reflect, but Han Qianqian over there had very blandly said three sentences in a row.
Each sentence was enough to make the Slayer shocked and incomparably angry at the same time.
"Little mole, how dare you speak to me like that?"
"Just by looking at your appearance, I can tell that you're not very good in the head, can you understand after talking to you so much?" This was Han Qianqian's sincere words.
"Roar!"
"How dare you!"
Upon hearing Han Qianqian's words, the Slayer fiercely hammered his chest with his right hand, roared angrily, and stomped his big foot directly over.
Even though the torture chamber had been specially built, it was slightly distorted by this guy's strange strength.
"His strength is not bad, he's really a match for me." Han Qianqian sighed slightly, but in the next second, a sharp light shot out of his eyes, "But in terms of speed, there is a world of difference."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Han Qianqian's figure was already leaving only a residual shadow in place, while his main body had already appeared from behind the Slayer.
"Bang!"
The Slayer only felt a strange force coming from the back of his head, and when he turned around, his huge palm met Han Qianqian's fist.
The needle-like fist was against the matchbox-sized palm, but after a half-second freeze, the Slayer's powerful legs went limp and his entire body retreated several steps due to the huge inertia.
Boom!
The back smashed heavily on top of the torture chamber, actually squeezing the somewhat distorted torture chamber into a serious deformation.
"What?"
There was a trace of incredulity in the Slayer's eyes as he stared intently at Han Qianqian who was standing in mid-air after his punch had been thrown.
To him, Han Qianqian was the size of his own fist, but such a tiny person had actually knocked himself back with a single punch, what kind of terrifying power was this?
"Do you want to compete?" Han Qianqian looked at him blandly.
"Your speed is too full, how about simply comparing strength?" Han Qianqian smiled.
The Slayer's strength was indeed very strong, and this actually aroused Han Qianqian's interest.
After all, it had been a long time since Han Qianqian had met such an opponent when it came to a comparison of pure strength.
But to the Slayer, this was simply a huge irony, like an ant seeking out an elephant to compare strength.
"Gryphon, you've annoyed me." He bellowed coldly.
Han Qianqian, however, merely smiled, slowly landing on the ground, setting up his stance and shaking his head, "Then you do it."
Hearing these words, the Slayer's teeth clenched in anger and he gathered all his strength on his right arm.
Just as he was poised to strike, Han Qianqian suddenly opened his mouth, "Hold on."
"What? Are you afraid?"
"No, I just want to tell you that I'd better fly in the air, otherwise I'd be too bullying, but don't worry, even if I'm in the air, if I take half a step backwards, it's still your victory!" As soon as the words fell, the corners of Han Qianqian's mouth twitched up into a confident smile ......