About two thousand meters above the ground, Kashius gripped Mutu Peak in one hand and sped forward at high speed.
After agreeing to Korin's request, Kashius had not lingered for even a moment. He had simply scooped up Mutu Peak and shot into the air.
He did not want to waste that much time. Though there was still a month until the World Martial Arts Tournament, which was relatively plentiful for Kashius.
But as a foodie, Kashius wanted to reach his destination as soon as possible, then eat and drink to his heart's content.
Only then would he live up to the perks of being a transmigrator. That had been his original plan.
"Hey, Kashius... You must have gotten a lot stronger over the years, right?"
At that moment, Mutu Peak, who was in Kashius's hand, suddenly spoke.
Only gotten a lot stronger? Young man, if that was what you thought, then you were dead wrong. How could this great lord have only gotten a tiny bit stronger?
With a Gravity Chamber and all that martial arts knowledge, if I'd only gotten a tiny bit stronger, I might as well find a block of tofu and smash myself dead on it.
"Mm~! I'm all right, I guess. Someone like you, I could casually beat tens of thousands with one finger," Kashius said teasingly, his eyes narrowing slightly.
[Uh... Casually beat tens of thousands of me with one finger?...]
Mutu Peak clearly did not quite believe Kashius's exaggerated description.
With just one finger, he could casually take out tens of thousands of him? How was that possible?
His master had said that he could at least be considered a minor expert on Earth. And Kashius was saying right off the bat that he could casually beat tens of thousands of him—who