Looking at Guo Xiaoyun, it was clear that he was someone who hid his true abilities well. He certainly fit the profile of a master's disciple.
At this moment, the little fatty was completely exhausted. He had thrown countless punches, to the point where he felt he was going to vomit blood from pure fatigue. Yet, Guo Xiaoyun remained there, perfectly fine and standing tall.
"I... I can't do it anymore."
"You... what kind of monster are you exactly?"
The little fatty gasped for air.
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