"Let's fight then. Why are you taking off your jacket?"
Li Ang retorted, "Seriously, your physique isn't up to par either—no muscles, no definition. It's obvious you've never managed your figure."
It's none of your business!
The Blackstone Razor, dressed in a simple short-sleeved shirt, contorted his face. He clenched his fists and said coldly, "Do you think you can win like this? Naive!"
CRACKLE! POP! Sounds erupted from within his body as his figure stretched taller, his muscles blowing up as if inflated with air.
The short sleeves burst open as dark brown bristles sprouted under his skin, and his lower legs below the knees bent backward.
"OH! OH!"
