"Don't finish the fight too quickly, play with that 'Vegetable Bat' a bit, tear it apart slowly to make a vegetable salad!"
As Hua Junfeng scratched his red, itchy skin, he gritted his teeth and issued orders to the 'Hurricane Devil'.
Even without a mirror, just by the touch of his fingertips, he could vividly feel the severe swelling caused by the transplant rejection that had transferred to his own body.
It might even look like a case of Gigantism...
He cared about his image, too.
If it weren't absolutely necessary, who would want to show themselves in such an ugly state in front of a large audience?
Especially since there were so many cameras around the arena, bound to leave behind many high-definition, uncensored images that would become a dark chapter in his history.
The higher his achievements in the future, the more likely it was that photos of him swollen like a pig's head would be dug up for ridicule.