When Iron Crow heard the voice, the red eyes of his External Implant Body flickered a few times. He turned to look and saw that the person calling out to him was a remarkably obese fat man.
The man had a thick, full chin, with folds of flesh stacked beneath it until his neck was nowhere to be seen. He stood over three meters tall. With so much fat on him, even his fitted black formal suit looked tightly stretched. His exquisite red bow tie was neatly tied, but compared to his bloated upper body, his lower body appeared exceptionally slender.
The man was standing some distance away from him. A line of data floated across the External Implant Body's screen, showing that he was on a hillside five kilometers away.
Generally speaking, Fighters were highly sensitive to another Fighter's gaze. Just like earlier, if he had not observed the battle through the External Implant Body, he believed the two combatants might have noticed him.
This man must have had a corresponding technique as well, which was why Iron Crow had failed to detect him beforehand.
Especially that call just now—it had sounded as though it had appeared right beside his ear. This was a special method of mental transmission, and those who possessed such power were usually practitioners of the Aspect of the Gods.
He fixed his gaze on the other man and tried to search the database for his background, but failed to find any matching records.
The fat man actually snapped his fingers and said in a pleasant, magnetic voice entirely mismatched with his build, "That man is quite formidable. Mr. Iron Raven, I have a few suggestions regarding how we should proceed."
"Who are you?" Iron Crow was extremely wary. The other man had called out