Su Xiao held the Ant King's heart in his hand, and at least half of the gazes among the hundred-plus contractors were focused on him.
Su Xiao had obtained two-thirds of the Ant King's heart. In other words, the heart's total weight was 424 grams, equivalent to 0.84 jin.
A normal human heart weighed 250 grams. By comparison, the Ant King's heart was already extremely heavy.
The muscle density of the Ant King's heart was naturally different from that of an ordinary human. With the same volume, the higher the density, the greater the weight.
Old Smoke had seized the remaining third of the heart. His arms were covered in cracks. Looking closely, one would find that these two arms were made of smoke rather than being real arms. The Ant King had already torn off his original arms.
Old Smoke's condition was extremely poor. His lower body was encased in solid ice, and wisps of green smoke rose from his lower abdomen as though it had been pierced by a laser.
"There are two-thirds of the heart over there, yet you don't go for it. Instead, you come after my one-third. Chen, are you treating me like a pushover?"
Although Old Smoke was seriously injured, his combat strength was definitely not weak. Besides, he and Shui Saki had joined forces long ago.
"There are too many competitors over there."
Dark elements wrapped around Chen's hands, turning them pitch-black. This was probably another move with astonishing instant burst power. That was Chen's style: he either did not strike at all, or, once he did, he had to achieve a certain result.
"No room for compromise?"
Old Smoke glanced at the two dozen or so contractors around them. These contractors had also set their sights on the heart in his hand.