"Good guy, that is to say, this little guy has just entered his teenage years."

After hearing these two people's words, Caesar finally realized something was wrong.

If we use the concept of lifespan of humans, this age is naturally not young. Although it can still be regarded as a young talent, it is not amazing.

But the problem is that Abel Arnold is a true mountain giant clan, a real immortal species, and a silver race with a natural lifespan of 500.

Such an age is really not considered old.

It can even be said that being able to have such strength at such age is really a talent.

It is hard to imagine that the other party has not even entered the youth of leaping strength.

If you keep improving like this, the other party can even sprint to the golden rank position when he is an adult.

Of course, this is difficult.

After all, the mountain giant is born with silver. The opponent's strength is far superior to his peers. It can be said that he has developed early, or he has outstanding talents.

But if you want to truly break the shackles of life and surpass your own person, what you need is not just talent.

"You can let him participate in the competition even if you are such a young child, you are so good!"

Caesar said with a smile, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"He was pestering him to come, what can I do? Anyway, I thought that it would be best if someone killed him."

"But I didn't expect that I met such a character in the first game."

"The next generation of your country still has some talents."

The strong man, who was three meters tall, had no choice but to spread his hands, saying that he could not help but look at Alan on the ring in the distance in surprise and spoke a very high praise.

"Okay, this is just the first one. Don't draw conclusions too early and keep watching."

A smile appeared on the corner of Caesar's lips, as if he was very satisfied with the other party's knowledge of the goods, but he was extremely modest.

Naturally, Allen didn't know what Caesar and others were talking about in the distance, nor did he know that he had become a human diarrhea that beats children, nor did he know that his opponent just now was just a child who had just entered his teenage years.

Even though the other party's body size has far exceeded his definition of a child.

At this time, he was adjusting his mind to a very subtle level.

On the one hand, the realm level is extremely high, but on the other hand, the amount is not large at all.

It is meticulous and differentiated Daqian's mind and mind, controls every magic energy particle in Alan's palm, grasps every trace of energy flow, and understands every moment of collision reaction.

During this process, Allen was a little more clear about the subtle changes in the environment here.

It can be said that the supernatural beings at the silver level are basically unable to subjectively exert the initiative of this positive change, and can only distinguish the indirect benefits of magic and fighting spirit.

After all, the difference between "bound" and "repression" between the two places requires at least half a step to the threshold of gold to understand one or two.

Allen was able to understand the mystery of it, purely because he was beyond common sense and was a special case among special cases.

It's difficult for others to even know, let alone use it.

Only Alan, a mysterious and extraordinary existence that vaguely grasps the mystery of [spiritual will interfere with reality], can actively use this slight change to leverage magic particles with extremely terrifying numbers to achieve a leap in combat power and destructive power.
Chapter completed!