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The Sorcerer Demon King's figure had swelled to its maximum height, turning into a giant over two meters tall.
His clothes had all been burst open, with only his underwear barely covering him.
His fists, knotted and ridged, were the size of a small basketball.
Yang Fei could see that his fists were wrapped in a blood-colored swirl of Gang Qi.
The explosive fist strength covered an area of half a meter around it.
The air cyclone, enveloping his fist, screamed like a tornado.
Logically, such a giant would inevitably move slowly.
However, the Sorcerer Demon King's movements were as fast as lightning; he smashed a fist directly at Yang Fei's head.
Bang!
A dull thunder rolled through the air as the Sorcerer Demon King's fist erupted, bursting the air itself.
Yang Fei's figure swayed and he barely managed to dodge to the side, yet he still struggled to breathe under the press of the formidable Fist Gang.
Boom!
