Mu Cangyang's gaze became extremely sharp.
"Good! Very good!"
He suddenly laughed again, but this time, there was no longer any casualness in his laughter. Instead, his eyes burned with intense fighting spirit. "Li Yun, I underestimated you. For the next punch, I will use seventy percent of my power. If you can take it, I will consider this battle your win."
As soon as his voice fell, Mu Cangyang's muscles swelled visibly. His blood surged like a roaring river, and dazzling light erupted from both of his fists. The aura around him became terrifyingly overbearing, and even the sky above seemed to rumble faintly under his pressure.
"Fist Shaking the Nine Heavens!"
Mu Cangyang shouted and threw his third punch.
