Thus, the Tsar stood bare-chested in front of Lin Mu, his abdomen prominently showing eight-pack abs, brimming with muscular tension.
"Damn, a muscle showdown, huh? I'm not worse than you!" Lin Mu grinned, let out a roar, and his shirt fell apart to the ground like fragments.
Lin Mu also revealed his lean upper body, with defined muscle lines like a nimble cheetah. The Tsar looked at Lin Mu and let out another roar, leaping into the air, swooshing towards Lin Mu.
This time, the Tsar's assault was much faster than the first. Lin Mu could feel it; at this moment, the Tsar exuded an even more domineering aura, as if he was an enhanced version of himself. But naturally, Lin Mu wasn't one to back down. He pushed off the ground with his toes, sprinting towards the Tsar like a bullet.
