Pat, whose body could turn into rubber, was impervious to punches and kicks. Even a heavy blow from a fire axe would only leave a white mark on him.
If he tensed his muscles, his body could even withstand close-range shots from small-caliber rifles!
The increased density of his skin and muscles also granted him immense strength!
With a single punch, he could exert nearly two tons of force, and he could even lift a small car over his head!
As his powers awakened, his intelligence also recovered somewhat. Currently, his IQ was comparable to that of a ten-year-old boy with an immature mind.
Pat had only two favorite things now: fighting and eating.
Although his powers were incredibly strong, they required a massive amount of food to sustain.
He consumed enough food daily to fill over a dozen adult men.
The main reason Prometheus brought someone like him was to rely on his strength.
Within the Prometheus team, members frequently engaged in sparring matches to determine their standing within the organization.
In terms of pure combat power, only Prometheus could face him head-on in a fight.
Prometheus possessed more extensive combat skills and experience than Pat. More importantly, although Pat's skin and muscles could turn rubbery and resist attacks, they were vulnerable to fire!
During their sparring matches, Prometheus deliberately maintained a distance from Pat and used fire to burn him.
The intense flames surrounding Pat made it impossible for him to open his eyes. The fire seared his skin, causing him extreme pain. Eventually, Pat went berserk, wildly swinging his fists in the ring until he exhausted himself and was defeated.
Other combat-oriented superhumans dared not face Pat in a one-on-one fight.
Furthermore, this guy wasn't very bright and had no sense of restraint. If he got his hands on someone, he could truly tear them apart with his brute strength!
Pat had always resented Prometheus, but he couldn't do anything about it. He knew his own mind couldn't outwit Prometheus.
Moreover, Prometheus was very generous to him. As long as he completed the tasks assigned by Prometheus, he could eat whatever he wanted without any limits!
This was why Pat grudgingly followed Prometheus's orders, though inwardly, he still harbored resentment.
He believed that if Prometheus didn't use his abilities or resort to cunning schemes, he could never defeat him!
This was almost an obsession for the dim-witted Pat.
As a result, Leo's few words managed to ignite his anger.
Leo, mustering his courage, approached Pat and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Brother, there's a kid in the bar, a Chinese guy. I think you've heard of him, the one who defeated Prometheus publicly a few days ago!"
"So what? What's it to me?"
"Brother, think about it, that guy defeated Prometheus!
If you defeat that Chinese guy, won't it prove that you're much stronger than Prometheus!"
Upon hearing this, Pat's eyes immediately lit up.
"Are you telling the truth!"
"Of course, it's true. If you can defeat that kid, everyone in the Prometheus team will look at you with admiration!"
"Alright, watch me go take him down!"
As Pat spoke, he placed his hands on Leo's waist and patted him.
The immense force almost shattered Leo's body. Leo looked down at his clothes, feeling utterly dejected.
His designer t-shirt, which cost tens of thousands of US dollars, was now covered in several greasy handprints!
Meanwhile, Ling Tian was already chatting with the bartender and several other superhumans from different countries in the bar.
The skills he learned from his fifth master allowed Ling Tian to quickly disarm strangers' wariness.
Especially at this moment, Ling Tian began to display his unparalleled financial power.
Soon, he was mingling with superhumans from various countries.
Not all superhumans who came to Hell's Paradise Island this time had ambitions of dominance.
For instance, dozens of superhumans from Africa, representing different countries, had arrived. These countries were poor, so they had banded together.
These individuals had no desire for dominance; they simply wanted to observe how superhumans from other countries trained or what techniques they used.
Of course, some had been recruited by Mario Cuit. He had already placed advertisements in various places where superhumans congregated worldwide.
The conditions offered by Mario Cuit were extremely enticing, making it impossible for superhumans from impoverished regions to refuse!
These individuals were also bored and wanted to relax in the bar, but the bar's prices were a significant concern.
And then, someone treated them, making them overjoyed.
Even a few exotic women with distinct features were constantly giving Ling Tian flirtatious glances, acting very intimately, even implying that they could find a private place for a more "in-depth" exchange with Ling Tian.
Suddenly, the two women in front of Ling Tian let out screams. They were grabbed by their collars and unceremoniously tossed out like sacks of rags.
Immediately after, the imposing figure of Pat appeared before Ling Tian.
His eyes were filled with fanaticism and killing intent.
"You're the Chinese kid who defeated Prometheus!"
Pat's voice was incredibly loud, like a thunderclap, even surpassing the bar's music.
All eyes were drawn to Ling Tian and Pat at that moment.
"Yes, so what?"
"I challenge you!" Pat said, clenching his fists, his knuckles cracking.
"There are rules on Hell's Paradise Island; fighting is not allowed.
Are you Americans trying to provoke Mr. Mario Cuit?"
Ling Tian spoke these words loudly as well, so everyone could hear, especially the bar security personnel who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion.
The bar security personnel were all superhumans. It was no wonder the island's prices were so high; without such exorbitant costs, it would be difficult to support so many people.
At this moment, a bar attendant approached.
"Sir, you are in the order zone, where fighting is not permitted!
If you have any grievances, you can choose to go to the free zone outside. Of course, you can also choose to settle it in the arena.
If you have such a need, our bar has an arena. Fights in the arena are without regard for life or death, and the arena can be used by you free of charge!"
"Then to the arena! I'll personally rip your head off!" Pat roared loudly.