Bang!
The instant Lu Yu's foot stamped down in front of him, a dull thud rang out. From the sensation transmitted back through his leg, he could clearly feel that this kick was like slamming into some ancient armor—hard on the outside, soft within.
Armor?
Feeling that strange touch, Lu Yu thought to himself in the depths of his mind. Right now his eyes were full of confusion; he had no idea what this transparent thing in front of him actually was.
That kick from Lu Yu was already heavy and powerful, and on top of that he was in an enhanced state of strength. The force behind it was ridiculously solid, like a massive iron hammer crashing down, carrying a violent shockwave as it smashed into this invisible mass of an enemy.
Poof!
The moment his foot landed on the opponent, a jet of purple liquid suddenly sprayed out into the air in front of him, and a dull sound came from the floor right after, as if something heavy had been slammed down onto it.
Rustle rustle rustle…
