But Li Yun remained calm from beginning to end.
He used only his body.
When the tiger claw came, he blocked it with Golden Dragon Armor.
When the elephant force descended, he endured it with Indestructible Body.
When the bear strength smashed toward him, he answered with a basic punch.
When the leopard speed circled him, he allowed his terrifying weight to stabilize his stance, then countered with the simplest movement.
Each of his attacks was plain.
A punch.
A palm.
An elbow.
A shoulder collision.
Yet every movement carried a force that made the beast-skirt youth's expression grow more and more solemn.
Because Li Yun was too heavy.
Every time their bodies collided, the beast-skirt youth felt as though he was striking an ancient mountain. Every time Li Yun punched back, it felt as though that mountain had suddenly moved and crashed toward him.
The millionfold weight was not merely a number.
In close combat, it became terrifying beyond imagination.
