The blood in Su Yu's body seemed to ignite in an instant. His heart pumped frantically, sending an endless torrent of power to every corner of his being. His body temperature skyrocketed. Beneath his black clothes, his already taut muscles didn't bulge, but instead seemed to compress into steel ingots, radiating a heart-pounding sense of destruction.
A cold, savage smirk curved Su Yu's lips. His voice was hoarse, like that of a true human beast.
"Get back!"
He stomped his right foot on the ground, and countless grains of river sand exploded outward.
Facing the pouncing Han Qinhu, he threw a simple, unadorned punch.
The punch was so fast it surpassed the limits of visual perception!
The air was instantly compressed and blasted apart, forming a visible ring of white vapor!
"BOOM!!!"
The two fists collided in mid-air.
There was no stalemate as one might have expected.
