Thirty-two Times Increase

"Multiply!"

A deep and coarse voice, reminiscent of a dragon's roar, resounded through the room. Mu Yang was surprised and immediately looked at the Sea Dragon Divine Arm on his wrist.

Yes, the Sea Dragon Divine Arm could talk!

"It's not that it can talk; I set it to say 'multiply,'" Xia Man explained. Then she smiled slightly. "How do you feel about the strength throughout your body now?"

"Hmm?" Mu Yang rotated his arm, feeling nothing unusual. He said, "I don't feel any change in strength."

"Strike the ground with your maximum force," Xia Man said nonchalantly, her laughter carrying an indescribable tone.

Hearing Xia Man's ambiguous laughter, Mu Yang felt as if he were stepping into her trap step by step.

"Alright!"

However, Mu Yang trusted Xia Man and didn't hesitate. He took a deep breath, clenched his right fist, and tightened his muscles, his veins dancing like coiling dragons beneath his skin.