Yi Yun’s served out punches after punches. Each punch was accompanied by a bowstring twang, like a pulse.
Yi Yun destroyed tree after tree. Yi Yun’s blood was circulating fast as he breathed in deeply. The blood vessels on his arms and fists protruded out.
“Ha!” Yi Yun roared and sent a punch to a boulder in front of him.
“Ka-cha!”
The boulder disintegrated. Yi Yun’s tendons had reached its peak performance!
“Su Su Su!”
The birds in the forest scattered into the sky from the commotion.