Chen Mo felt the energy and blood in his entire body being mobilized, his breath causing a surge within him, with each breath driving the blood, pressing upon his heart, the strength of his whole body pulled by his breathing.
Suddenly, Chen Mo seemed to enter a state of selflessness, his body standing atop the giant rock, his fists swinging with vigor, each punch thrown carrying a force as if it could break walls and cleave mountains.
What he didn't notice was that the stars in the sky seemed to move in sync with his motions.
Unaware how much time had passed.
The silver moon was slightly falling.
Suddenly, Chen Mo felt his muscles and bones make cracking sounds, a majestic force gathering towards his right arm, compelling him to throw a punch, and instantly, the air in front of him shattered as if exploding.
Boom!
A large tree standing several feet away fell in response.
