In an instant, Su Yu transformed into a ten-armed Asura. Empowered by his Ape Shadow Swift Wind, his fists rained down like a furious storm on the Muscle Forging Realm expert!
"Courting death!"
A cold glint flashed in the Muscle Forging Realm expert's eyes as he saw the storm of crimson fist shadows assailing him from the side.
The momentum of his right fist, aimed at the back of Cui Wanhe's heart, didn't decrease in the slightest. He turned his left fist into a palm, and with a percussive snap of his tendons, he struck out at Su Yu!
"BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!"
In the blink of an eye, dozens of Su Yu's utterly frenzied fist shadows smashed squarely against the old man's seemingly casual palm strike.
Su Yu felt as if his fists had crashed against an immense, unmovable iron wall.
The powerful Qi and Blood of the Muscle Forging Realm brutally dispersed his Fist Force and sent a terrifying shockwave back through his arms.
