Ultimate: Fall in love with me, and your combat power will explode!

The combat power index exploded once again.

It directly reached 18000 points!

A whopping 6,000 points!

It can be called the most powerful artifact!

hum-

He suddenly pointed at Feng Yang.

"Give me a sigh!"

...

...

boom--

A pressure suddenly rushed over.

Gravity as strong as a raging storm or Mount Tai.

The wind blew up the collars of Feng Yang and Li Yanyan's clothes, and their hair flowed backward.

So cool!

Especially with Li Yanyan's little skirt fluttering backwards, and her back against Feng Yang's arms, her charmingly cold little face appeared even more captivating.

"what?!"

"what?!"

"what?!"

Suddenly.

Sun, Flowing Dust, and Gu Zhi were all dumbfounded.

You should know that when they faced Lancelot's Ghost Wolf Blade, they couldn't even stand up and could only lie on the ground.

Even Gu Zhi was the same; because of the red heat, he couldn't withstand it for long.

But what about Feng Yang and Li Yanyan in front of me?

It didn't budge at all?

"How is this possible?!" Lancelot was even more shocked.

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...

..... ... ....

next second.

They finally sensed something...

Feng Yang's combat power index is as high as 20000 points!

Invisible ripples.

They protected Li Yanyan inside.

The gap between them is vividly demonstrated.

"Now...it's your turn to kneel down..."

Feng Yang spoke leisurely.

Their movements were so fast it was terrifying.

hum~

A fleeting afterimage.

A sudden outburst.

A full 20,000 combat power points!

That terrifying power seemed capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

Lancelot's eyes widened instantly, and he raised the Ghost Wolf Blade in his hand to block in front of him.

boom!

He slammed his fist directly and hard onto the Ghost Wolf Blade.

Suddenly!

Lancelot felt a numbness in his hand and staggered back three steps.

But they didn't even have time to get their footing.

Feng Yang unleashed another burst of terrifying power.

boom!

boom!

boom--!

The fourth punch.

Lancelot's Ghost Wolf Blade flew out of his hand.

Buzz buzz...

It spun in mid-air, emitting a terrifying whistling sound.

boom!

Finally, it was stuck straight into the ground.

As Lancelot retreated, Feng Yang grabbed him by the collar and threw him forward.

puff.

Lancelot immediately knelt down on the ground.

I was just about to get back on my feet.

Snapped!

Feng Yang stepped on his back.

"puff--"

Lancelot coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, his face covered in dust, utterly humiliated!

"..."

"..."

"..."

You wouldn't know unless you compared them.

Upon comparison, it becomes clear that such a powerful force with over 10,000 points, or even 18000 points of combat power, would not last more than a few rounds in the hands of a master with only 20,000 points.

If it weren't for a divine weapon like the Ghost Wolf Blade, he would probably be gone in two punches.

It's absolutely shocking.

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...

"cousin..."

The sun stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

She never imagined that Lancelot would lose like this, that he would be trampled under Feng Yang's feet, unable to move...

"Hey! Feng Yang, let go of my cousin!"

Feng Yang also looked over.

"why?"

"..."

yeah why?

Has someone short-circuited in their brain?

Are you just going to let your cousin go like this?

Nowadays.

If it wasn't Lancelot who was trampled underfoot, then it was Feng Yang who was trampled underfoot.

That would definitely involve smashing the phone, slapping someone's face, and apologizing...

"Looks like you're still not satisfied? Here's what we'll do: from now on, I'll take turns beating up your cousin and those two classmates who gave you red envelopes, one every day, until I'm satisfied," Feng Yang said.

"..."