Jumeng did not know how to express how he felt at that moment.
Li Ping'an emerged from the ground covered in dust and dirt, still holding a boxing stance.
The mud pellet and Heavenly Drum within him were like two enormous fuel tanks, supplying him with an endless stream of power.
Of course, fuel tanks alone were nowhere near enough.
If the chassis was wrecked, the fuel tanks would be useless too.
Yet Li Ping'an's chassis happened to be exceptionally sturdy and durable.
Li Ping'an fixed his gray eyes on Jumeng.
Then he slowly threw another punch.
One punch pierced mountains and rivers.
Jumeng was driven back dozens of yards against the Fist Gang, his expression changing.
This fellow actually grew stronger the longer he fought.
The power of this Fist Gang was far fiercer than the previous ones.
Li Ping'an drew a deep breath, seemingly having found a certain feeling.
He was like a poet who, after long and bitter thought, suddenly found inspiration gushing forth like a spring.
"Moo!!"
Before Jumeng could recover his senses.
┗|｀O′|┛ Awoo~~
Old Ox shot into the sky, leading with a pair of enormous horns.
His hoofbeats thundered, and he moved as fast as lightning.
"Get lost!"
Jumeng casually waved a hand.
Old Ox went tumbling down and crashed heavily into the ground.
But he soon climbed back up.
An annoyed expression appeared on his face.
"Moo, moo~"
Li Ping'an threw four punches in succession.
The more he fought, the more excited he became.
He forcibly suppressed this hysterical state of mind, his vast Fist Intent flowing around him.
His breath and energy ran long, and he grew braver with every exchange.
His moves grew fiercer still, their force only increasing, never diminishing.
Jumeng had the illusion that he had come here to