Mayser hadn't noticed how Meng Fan had entered the octagon at all.
But he could already feel the oppressive presence behind him.
He abruptly swung a fist behind him.
But his punch struck empty air.
The man standing behind him had inexplicably vanished.
"Power, are you okay?" Meng Fan's voice came from behind him as he helped Power up.
"I'm fine! My muscles just won't work. It's like my body's been hollowed out."
Power was still full of energy, looking nothing like someone who had taken a beating.
But she couldn't lift either arm.
Meng Fan felt the muscles in Power's arms and slowly said, "Your muscles are torn. Drink some blood first. I'll deal with him." With that, he bit his lip and fed Power his blood.
The sight stirred a reaction in the men below the ring.
After drinking his blood, Power immediately returned to peak condition.
She could also taste how incredibly sweet Meng Fan's blood was.
To a devil, blood like this was the finest delicacy.
"I want more!! Just a billion more drops!" Power licked her lips and shouted eagerly.
"Power, your muscles have recovered. You don't need any more blood."
"How did you get up here?" Rather than rushing to attack, Mayser questioned Meng Fan.
At that moment, he was more interested in learning about Meng Fan.
After all, that movement just now could hardly be called human.
"Never mind how I got up here. You're about to become a corpse beaten to a pulp."
"Really? You're just as inexplicably confident as that girl." Mayser assumed an attacking stance.
"Master, I'll help too!!" Denji shouted from outside, his hand ready to pull his cord.
"No need. He's only contracted with the Muscle Devil. We don't need two people."
Surprise appeared on Mayser's previously dismissive