Han Xing's Blinding Speed

The Black Armor Man weighed his options and made a decision in an instant.

He resolutely extended his right hand, wrapped in heavy armor, and grabbed the flagpole.

In an instant, a strange energy burrowed through his arm guard and entered his body. He could clearly feel his strength draining away rapidly, leaving him as weak as though all his blood had been sucked dry.

His legs suddenly felt as if they had been filled with lead, and even standing became exceptionally difficult.

"Whew... whew..."

Heavy panting came from within his helmet, sounding especially distinct across the silent plains.

His body had only just adapted to the millionfold gravity, yet his physique was now declining once more, making him feel tremendous pressure.

After roughly two minutes, he finally managed to adjust to his condition.

And at that moment, several figures radiating terrifying auras had already appeared on the surrounding horizon!

They swiftly approached the black-armored figure and surrounded him from all sides.

Among the crowd, a figure holding a curved blade and wearing leather armor said softly, "Piero! You're really fast!"

"I already burst out at full speed, yet you still left me far behind."

The black-armored figure merely glanced at him indifferently and said, "Ant..."

There was not a trace of emotion in his tone, as though this man truly was nothing more than an insignificant ant in his eyes.

Faced with Black Armor Man Piero's contemptuous attitude, humiliation appeared on the curved-blade lord's face.

However, a moment later, a cold smile curled across his lips. With a hint of mockery in his voice, he said, "Piero... I don't think you understand the current situation yet, do you?"

After a pause, his gaze swept across Piero like a blade as he continued, "This isn't the outside world! Your strength