Youpi's six arms spun wildly.
He paid no heed to his tearing muscles.
Every blow used two hundred percent of his strength.
Dark red aura flames engulfed him, turning him into a fireball.
The marble floor could not withstand such devastation.
Within thirty meters of Luo Ye.
The floor tiles shattered one after another.
The berserk Nen aura swept the rubble high into the air.
Then slammed it back down.
It was an apocalyptic spectacle.
Knuckle hid behind the broken stump of a pillar.
Sweat covered his head.
He did not even dare breathe loudly.
He watched Youpi's massive body crash into Luo Ye again and again.
Every collision unleashed a white shock wave visible to the naked eye.
This was no hand-to-hand fight.
It was two high-speed trains repeatedly colliding at full speed.
But what tormented Knuckle was this.
That young man in tattered shorts.
Simply stood at the very center of the storm.
Luo Ye had not even moved a finger.
His hands rested leisurely in his pockets.
He let Youpi's fists and scythes hammer him wildly.
Producing the clanging of a blacksmith's hammer.
His black Nen aura had become a layer of invisible, flowing armor.
It clung tightly to Luo Ye's skin.
Youpi's attacks struck that armor.
Without leaving so much as a dent.
"Is that all you've got?"
Luo Ye let out an enormous yawn.
A tear of boredom even welled up at the corner of his eye.
He looked at the sweat-drenched Youpi with undisguised disdain.
"Your transformation was such a big production."
"I thought you had some ultimate move up your sleeve."
Luo Ye stuck out his left foot.
And casually kicked away a piece of rubble that had rolled beside it.
"Hey, big guy, did you skip lunch?"
"These punches are pathetic."
"Do