Song Shuhang, having calmed down, began to speculate. He suspected that the [Ball Shuhang] and [Drama Horse] before him... were both impostors!
Not only had he and Boss Fat Ball's Alt switched bodies—the four contestants who had entered this Small World might all have exchanged identities.
But the problem was that, aside from him becoming Boss Fat Ball's Alt, he had no way to guess how the other three big shots had changed or what they had become.
If Senior White or Senior White Two had come in to play this game, distinguishing them would have been easier. But as for Senior Drama Horse, since he lacked the innate, terrifying charisma of the two Senior Whites, he wasn't very recognizable.
Just as he was pondering this, Tyrant Song—who was pressing Drama Horse down and beating him senseless, and whom Song Shuhang had mistaken for [Ball Tyrant Song]—clasped his fists and shouted loudly in the impassioned tone of a movie protagonist making his final burst of strength, "This is my final strike. Prepare to die, Black Horse!"
[Drama Horse!!!] A guess immediately surfaced in Song Shuhang's mind.
'Ball Tyrant Song' wasn't Boss Fat Ball, but Drama Horse?
It was all mixed up. Completely mixed up.
Tyrant Song wasn't Tyrant Song, Ball Tyrant Song wasn't a ball, and Tyrant Song was the ball, but the ball wasn't Tyrant Song...
"Boom~~~"
A tremendous explosion rang out.
[Tyrant Song] clasped his fists and smashed them viciously into the black horse.
This strike contained the power of the Law of destruction.
"Neighhh~" The black horse let out an utterly miserable cry, like a horse being sent to the slaughterhouse and screaming after being stabbed.
'Liquid Metal Ball' Song Shuhang, pinned beneath the black horse, didn't feel much pain at all. He only felt his body