Whosh! Wosh!
The tearing sound of wind being torn appeared as Lu Zhen punched the air as if the air was his greatest enemy.
He was shirtless, and his twelve-pack abs were displayed in full glory.
His punch synchronized with his breathing, following a distinct rhythm. A strange pattern resembling a tree appeared whenever he punched in rhythm.
"One million!" Lu Zhen exclaimed as he delivered his final punch, creating a sharp wind pressure that seemed capable of tearing the very fabric of the void itself. The wall opposite bore a clear dent of a print of a punch.
"Hmm…" Lu Zhen nodded in satisfaction at the result as he took a simple step forward.
However, the seemingly simple step he took launched him forward by at least 20 steps, and he reached the wall in the blink of an eye.
