Who Is He?

There were ants of all kinds here.

Some slender and some muscular as though pumping iron and working out for years.

But was Gray phased by this? No chance!

Raising his fists, he swirled his hands like flowing water at the hoard of ants rushing his way.

"Palm Water Fists!"

Splack!

His fist collided with several ants, pushing them back, as their beheads exploded terribly.

Instantly, Gray knew these were the weaker front-line ants, who were sent first to test his strength.

But so what?

In this battle, there can only be one victor... him!

With reddish black blood bonging to the ants flowing

Down his face, Gray looked like a killer emerging from an ancient horror movie.

No matter how many times he was hit, his smile never faded, not even for a second.

Left, right up, down, back, front, ants began haggling him, climbing over him and fiercely staining their blades antennas his way.

Both the weak and strong joined in without mercy.

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