Stephan inched closer toward his opponent but did not launch a frontal attack. Instead, he rounded to t back of the chunkster and slapped him on the back.

A crisp slap rang out, but the chunkster stood unmoving. Throughout his body, his flesh rippled and trembled shudderingly. The force brought down by Stephan’s palm had been completely dissipated by the violent shudders of flesh, leaving the man completely unaffected by its magnitude.

“So, this is what it is then?” Stephan’s gaze narrowed, but he didn’t stop. He delivered two more sharp, consecutive slaps–one to the chunkster’s waist, the other to his back. Both of them landed on spots that should’ve been vulnerable had it not been for the protection of his voluminous flesh and body fat that shielded him from even remotely sensing the impact of Stephan’s punches.