Interesting.

After retreating a few steps, the bald brawny man didn't speak again. Instead, he grimly pulled out two light red, unknown potions from behind him and fiercely injected them into his neck.

As the potions took effect, his breathing quickened, and then, CREAK, CREAK... he surprisingly became even stronger than before.

"Roar!"

The bald brawny man's eyes turned crimson. He roared and threw another punch at Lu Yuan.

This punch was faster and fiercer than the previous one. The violent gust of wind from his fist even sent the nearby rubble tumbling.

Far from retreating, Lu Yuan proactively met the attack with a punch of his own. He unleashed Spirit Crane True Intention, Level 2 Crane Shadow Floating in the Air, and an Ultimate Outburst that generated fifty tons of Fist Strength!

BOOM!

The collision of their fists created a deafening roar. The ground beneath their feet crumbled instantly, and the terrifying shockwave traveled along the ground, leaving countless ghastly cracks on the pyramid steps.

PHEW— Lu Yuan exhaled and slowly flexed his right arm.

The bald brawny man, however, staggered back half a step.

Then, shivering, he slowly pulled out five more syringes of the same red potion he had used before and injected them all into his body in one go.

"Roar!"

As the potion flooded his system, the bald brawny man's body suddenly swelled dramatically, his figure so exaggerated he resembled a muscular tank. His veins, now as thick as fingers, bulged and coiled across his muscles. He looked utterly savage and terrifying. He exuded an indescribable, terrifying aura, roaring like a rampaging beast.

The bald-headed middle-aged man beside him watched, his eyes gleaming. "Good! Good! Good! That's it! Kill him! Beat him to death for me!"

Lu Yuan's eyes were also shining. It was rare for him to encounter a power-type opponent who could confront him head-on like this. The Moly Demon from last time was one; this was the second.

"Come on!"

Lu Yuan's eyes flashed with a sharp glint, and his Golden Martial God Strength began to surge throughout his body. He threw a punch at the brawny man, a strike that was practically the pinnacle of his power in his Second Stage Transformation State.

The brawny man, unwilling to be outdone, his face contorted, smashed a punch downwards.

"Strike him! Pound him into a pulp!" the bald-headed middle-aged man, holding his thermos, urged them on, his face flushed with excitement.

However, just as their fists collided for the third time, suddenly, the brawny man's grotesquely swollen figure, like an overfilled water balloon subjected to terrifying external pressure, burst with a resounding BOOM!

"Er..."

The bald-headed middle-aged man, still holding his thermos, was splattered across his head and face with countless bits of blood and gore, the excited, expectant expression frozen on his features. His mouth hung open, and he stood dumbstruck, a look of utter shock on his face.

What a pity...

A hint of regret in his eyes, Lu Yuan withdrew his fist and shook his head slightly. He had thought he'd met a rare opponent, but it turned out the man was all show and no substance. The moment they clashed, Lu Yuan had sensed that the opponent's body was already on the brink of collapse. He suspected that even if he hadn't thrown that punch, the man would have soon exploded and died anyway.

Watching the brawny man's body slowly topple, Lu Yuan smoothly shifted his gaze to the last person on the platform.

The bald-headed middle-aged man, still clutching his thermos and rooted to the spot in a daze, felt Lu Yuan's gaze and shivered involuntarily.

But he quickly calmed down.

"Young man." The bald-headed middle-aged man gently set down his thermos, looked at Lu Yuan calmly, and said gravely, enunciating each word, "You should consider yourself lucky. Because you are about to be the first person in nearly ten years to witness my true strength..."

WHOOSH—

BANG!

The instant the bald-headed middle-aged man uttered the last few words of his sentence, Lu Yuan's figure abruptly appeared at the edge of the small platform. His expression calm, Lu Yuan stretched out his right hand and clamped it around the neck of the balding middle-aged man, who was caught in a desperate, lunging attempt to flee.

The man's face turned deathly pale, his eyes wide with terror. He struggled, bellowing, "I am the current Sect Leader of Hu Yingliu! Young man, please, show some consideration! We can talk this over! Please, I beg you, don't resort to violence!..."

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