Wu Yutang's Illusion Dream Dragon

Though he clearly hadn't been attacked, though all the energy was clearly under his control, at this moment, he truly felt it—something had bitten off his fist!

But when he looked down, his hand was still perfectly intact!

No, that wasn't right! It hadn't been severed. Rather, his nerves and senses had completely accepted that—his right fist no longer existed!

"What... what did you do to me?!" Da Mo roared in terror. He had never encountered such a bizarre fighting method!

"I merely... let you have a dream." Wu Yutang's voice was gentle, like a spring breeze brushing over a lake, yet to Da Mo, it sounded like the Devil's whisper.

Although Da Mo was being suppressed by Wu Yutang's dream power, how could the Punch King Douluo, a Super Douluo, be defeated so easily?

His gaze suddenly sharpened, and his furious roar shook heaven and earth!

"A dream? My fists exist to shatter all falsehood!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar, Da Mo's soul rings blazed brilliantly.

In an instant, his body suddenly swelled. His muscles bulged, his blood surged, and golden fighting spirit burst from him as though it were tangible, like a living war god descending from the heavens!

The illusory feeling around him shattered completely. It seemed that, with this peerless fighting spirit, he had broken free from the shackles of the dreamscape in one stroke!

"Hahaha! Little girl, you think a dream can trap me? No matter how powerful an illusion is, it can't trap an undefeated battle soul!"

Boom!

The air exploded. Da Mo's aura surged explosively, his fists blazing like two burning suns. Golden Battle Markings surfaced across his body, and with every step he took, space trembled. Every punch seemed to tear through the air, smashing the dreamscape within reality to pieces!

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