There's no need for devices like strength detectors; simply from the increasingly oppressive aura around Li Cheng, the professional players can sense he's applying certain enhancements to himself.
As unease in his heart broke the critical point, the white cowboy suddenly took off his cowboy hat, pointed forward, and shouted loudly, "Hear the eagle's scream!"
A bald eagle with a wingspan of two meters flew out from the pocket space of the cowboy hat, its wings full, eyes fierce, diving towards the villa.
Its size rapidly expanded, with the wingspan soaring from two meters to four meters, eight meters, sixteen meters, larger than a fully loaded truck.
From its open eagle mouth, it emitted visible sound waves, "USA! USA! USA!"
'What chosen redneck.'
Li Cheng's eyelids twitched; these professional players had ample intelligence from Carlos and Card Emperor and prearranged a space lock to broadly prohibit positional skills, sealing off the means of Light Speed Elbow Strike.
