At this moment, he realized that the immortality of the Undying Mad Martial was not just boasting.
But this was no longer important.
He seemed to be in a void, everything around him ceased to exist, and in his vision, there was only a fist, rapidly approaching and enlarging.
Before it even reached his eyes, it had already occupied his entire field of vision.
In his eyes, there was only the fist.
At this time, he had lost the initiative. Unexpectedly, the opponent's first punch was a reckless move.
This immediately reduced his chances of winning by thirty percent.
In the face of the threat of death.
He took a deep breath, with no thoughts or considerations, the Lord let out a furious roar, desperately unleashing his potential.
Great Perfection, Monkey King Leg.
Accompanied by crackling sounds.
Countless leg shadows emerged.
Like a blooming lotus, countless leg shadows unfolded in full bloom.
