After landing back on the ground, Zhang Yang panted heavily, feeling a trace of fatigue.
Three exchanges had been completed in a single breath. Because he had to constantly watch his opponent's movements, his attention had to remain absolutely focused. However, Zhang Yang's physical fitness was truly terrifying. As large amounts of oxygen entered his body, every cell quickly became invigorated, his body's self-repair capabilities temporarily improved, and his mental fatigue rapidly faded.
At this moment, the Martial Ape had already climbed back to its feet.
After five exchanges, the Martial Ape had determined that it was no match for this human Soul Master in its current state. It had to use its trump card.
Having made up its mind, the Martial Ape rapidly drove the Soul Power within its body at high speed. Its originally streamlined muscles instantly bulged, resembling small hills.
In an instant, the Martial Ape transformed from its normal state into a strength-type Soul Beast.
Zhang Yang was startled. "Strength Form? Rob Lucci? Tiga?"
Seeing that Zhang Yang was merely staring at it in surprise without making any move to attack, the Martial Ape could not help but feel a trace of respect for him.
Not taking the chance to attack was the greatest mistake of this battle, but I saw the sincere heart of a true martial artist within you.
"Roar!" The greatly strengthened Martial Ape suddenly threw a punch!
"Bang!"
This time, when Zhang Yang redirected the force, not only did his arm move, but his shoulder blade and part of his torso also joined in the dispersing and gathering motion. This form of the Martial Ape was indeed absurdly powerful, but precisely because of that, Zhang Yang became even more excited.
He wanted to have a proper fistfight with the Martial Ape.
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