"Fatigue."
The moment Wang Dazhuang made his move, he reached out at Barbo from afar, scooping away and directly devouring Barbo's conceptual fatigue.
Barbo, who had just fought Montgomery and De Gaulle before being briefly ganged up on, instantly returned to his peak condition. Not a trace of exhaustion remained in his body, which brimmed with strength.
Meanwhile, Wang Dazhuang's body swelled by a size.
After buffing Barbo, he reached out again toward the people who had already begun coordinating their roles to target their side.
"Strength, agility, robustness, health, spirit, Vitality and Blood..."
With every word he spoke, an invisible ball appeared in his hand, which he then stuffed into his mouth in a single bite.
Compared to the time he had eaten that batch of "fatigue," this bite transformed Wang Dazhuang into a colossal fat man over thirty meters tall!
His entire body brimmed with immense power!
Meanwhile, Hoover and the others, whose something-or-other had been devoured by him, felt endless exhaustion wash over them. Their eyelids drooped as though they had been fighting nonstop for days.
"Damn it, what a bizarre power!"
"He doesn't feel particularly strong, yet he's truly troublesome."
"Even if absorbing those things gives him temporary buffs, he can at most reach Barbo's level. But our condition is just too terrible."
The group gulped down medicine to replenish themselves, but they still could not stop their strength from draining away. Facing the suddenly bloated fat man before them, they found him rather troublesome.
This ability was truly mediocre in a one-on-one fight. He could probably only fight any one of them to a draw. But in a group battle, his ability to absorb and weaken an entire group produced remarkably effective results.
The strength he displayed now was probably comparable to Barbo's speed!
And