From a white rocky mountain carved with the words "Thousand-Hammered," a balcony jutted out. Puar, who was spying on He-El and the others from the terrace with binoculars, saw He-El's absurdly muscular body and his calm gaze in Puar's direction.
Puar felt as though he had been seen through. The danger instincts of his animal-type race told him that it was as if he were facing a towering mountain and a grandmaster.
Instinctively, the fur all over his tiny body stood on end, and goosebumps rose across his skin.
"Young Master Yamcha!!!" Puar staggered back two steps, slid down the stairs from the balcony, and felt a little frightened.
"Puar, what's wrong?" Yamcha had been calmly drinking black tea at a round redwood table, holding a white ceramic teacup. He wore a loose green top and red martial arts trousers, with a red shoulder cloth draped over his shoulders. His thick hair curled slightly past his shoulders. Seeing his companion Puar's fur standing on end, he set down his teacup and asked in confusion.
They had been partners for a long time, robbing passersby in the desert. With Yamcha's martial arts and Puar's magical transformation technique, they had always been unstoppable.
Yamcha was curious why Puar's fur had suddenly stood on end.
"Young Master Yamcha! I was a little scared. I think I saw someone incredible—an extremely powerful enemy. He's even more muscular than you, Young Master Yamcha. I feel like he's a little terrifying," Puar said uneasily.
His animal instincts had sensed He-El's terror. It came not only from He-El's physique, which was stronger than Young Master Yamcha's, but also from the unfathomable depth hidden within him, enough to make one's scalp tingle.
Oolong was also an animal-type human, and he had felt the same way when facing He-El.