Wang Ye's horse stance was extremely low, swaying like a pendulum.
Wherever his fist reached, there was an explosion of clouds and mist dispersing. It was as if a tightly squeezed soft water hose had suddenly been released, causing countless long-accumulated things to erupt in an instant.
If someone sensed it up close,
they would truly feel the rampant and terrifying chaotic air current whipping out from Wang Ye's arms.
Whoosh!!!
The softshell jacket Wang Ye had been wearing was now taken off.
He was left wearing only a pure black short-sleeved T-shirt.
Because the system would evolve him once daily.
His muscle fibers would gradually thicken and become denser, and his bones would gradually thicken and lengthen as well.
The originally somewhat loose-fitting pure black T-shirt had now been stretched into a tight-fitting style.
The sleeve cuffs were even tightly pulled against the skin of his biceps.
