"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM—"
The three nigh-indestructible, top-grade Ironwood Stakes were instantly engulfed by an endless barrage of fist shadows. Under the frenzied assault, the stakes trembled violently, looking as if they might shatter into splinters at any moment from the sheer, unbridled force.
At the decorated gate in the rear, Yang Zhen watched Su Yu's move from a distance, unable to stop herself from covering her small, rosy mouth, which had formed an "O" of astonishment.
'Has Brother Su gotten stronger again?'
'He's just too strong! Like a hundred-armed deity frantically beating a war drum. If he were to attack someone like that, who could possibly withstand it?'
'Perhaps Brother Su's strength has already reached the Muscle Forging Realm!'
The mere thought sent a shock through Yang Zhen's heart. To possess power comparable to the Muscle Forging Realm while still in the Flesh Refining Realm—what kind of genius was he!
