Boom—!
On the battle platform, Batulu's terrifying Primeval Power erupted without restraint.
The muscles all over his body suddenly tensed, bulging like blocks of iron. Veins writhed beneath his skin like pythons, and every inch of flesh was stretched to its limit. He stomped hard, and the battle platform's hard stone surface was violently torn apart beneath his brute force. Rubble flew, dust billowed, and the entire platform trembled faintly under his feet.
He stood there like a humanoid ferocious beast, radiating a primal, savage, domineering aura. That aura swept in every direction like tangible pressure, making the air around the battle platform turn thick and heavy.
"What a powerful body!"
Lu Changsheng's gaze narrowed slightly. He could clearly sense just how terrifying the power contained within Batulu's body was. His physical brute force alone was already enough to rival a Ninth-Grade Martial Venerable, perhaps even... touch upon the threshold of a True Monarch Realm expert!
One had to know that this was merely pure physical strength, without the enhancement of any spiritual power or martial techniques.
Yet there was not the slightest fear in Lu Changsheng's eyes. Instead, a burning fighting spirit arose within him. Defeating an opponent like this... would be far more interesting!
Boom!
Just as Lu Changsheng was thinking, Batulu stomped hard. His body shot forward like a cannonball leaving its barrel, the stone beneath his feet exploding as he charged with a heaven-destroying, earth-shattering momentum!
Boom!
He swung his enormous fist, which was as large as a millstone and wrapped in terrifying Primeval Power, smashing straight toward Lu Changsheng's face!
The muscles on that fist were taut and its veins bulged. Dark-red Witch Runes glimmered faintly across it, while a primitive, ancient aura spread from the fist. The air was forcibly blasted apart by the