At this moment, Lu Ren was like a spring compressed to the extreme, suddenly releasing at the moment of ultimate tension.
"Ah!!"
With a loud roar, Lu Ren bent his legs and twisted his waist and hips, using the stance of Shakyamuni's Elephant Throw to lift the massive fist pressing down on him into the air.
The enormous figure of Subodhi, weighing five to six hundred pounds, seemed shaken by this immense force, stumbling back several steps.
Lu Ren's face turned crimson as he retreated several steps, his skin a purplish red, with steam rising from his body due to the intense heat enveloping him.
He immediately tensed his body, closing his pores to prevent any further loss of moisture.
Without a water source here, allowing such evaporation could lead to dehydration and death. Moreover, lack of hydration would weaken his combat capability.
