Ke Meng considered it, and an idea stirred in his mind.
Resist the effect on presence. Resist it a little, but not completely.
Ke Meng kept repeating this silently, letting his body's Resistance Force quietly surge.
In an instant, Ke Meng felt a powerful tide rushing across the surface of his body.
Others could not see those surging fluctuations, and neither could Ke Meng. This was a spiritual intuition, difficult to see or hear.
After a brief attempt to resist, Ke Meng discovered that his Resistance Force could do nothing against it.
Strong. Far too strong.
Ke Meng could not help revising his assessment of the Bandaged Man's strength upward. He really was no ordinary man to have been rated an S-Class member.
Then Ke Meng withdrew his Resistance Force and let it settle.
Ke Meng vaguely sensed that if the Bandaged Man unwrapped only one hand, his Resistance Force could easily withstand it. Two hands might take some effort, but two hands and one leg would be beyond it. With both hands and both legs unwrapped, it would simply give up.
His resistance points had previously been 615. Now, Ke Meng's resistance points had reached 665.
The plane continued toward their destination.
Ke Meng took the Strongman's Hair out of his Storage Scarf.
He had received several offerings last night, and for now, the Strongman's Hair looked the most promising.
It was a thick mass of jet-black hair, styled into an afro that resembled a hedgehog.
Before the plane took off, Ke Meng had met with Big-Faced Cat alone. The information Big-Faced Cat provided was as follows:
``` "Strongman's Hair"
"Put it on, and you can become a strongman, wielding great power."
"After removing the hair, you will lose your strength for a period of time, becoming a useless