"You are not my match," Wei Long said flatly.
"Whether I am or not, we have to fight to know," Lu Yu said, delivering a punch at Wei Long's head.
In an instant, the ground beneath Wei Long's feet deformed and elongated like dough, standing in front of him.
Boom! Lu Yu's fist struck a thin stone wall, yet it felt as if it hit a mountain. The stone barrier, less than a centimeter thick, didn't budge under Lu Yu's strike.
"That feeling again," Lu Yu thought, recalling when Wei Long had grasped his hand earlier.
At that moment, his palm was like an iron clamp, unshakable.
If he had to describe it, it was like an ordinary person punching a solid block of steel.
Lu Yu could clearly feel the gap between his fist and the steel—as if no matter how strong the punch, it couldn't destroy the steel.
He quickly circled around the stone wall in front of him, kicking fiercely at Wei Long's side.
