THUMP THUMP THUMP!
Lin Hao stood firm as a mountain, but Lin Zheng was forced back three large steps before he could regain his footing.
"You!" Lin Zheng's eyes went wide, as if he'd seen a ghost.
He could never have imagined that even when channeling True Essence into his fist technique, he would still be no match for Lin Hao.
'He must have had some fortuitous encounter! Not only does he have a profound Body Technique, but his Cultivation Technique is also bizarre and tyrannical. I must get my hands on them!' Lin Zheng's gaze burned with fervor.
Lin Hao, oblivious to Lin Zheng's thoughts, pressed his advantage and attacked again.
Since Lin Zheng was asking for a beating, he was happy to oblige.
"You're courting death!" Lin Zheng roared, raising his fist to meet the attack.
The two fists were about to collide, but in the next moment, Lin Zheng's previously straight arm twisted bizarrely. His fist slid past Lin Hao's and slammed into his wrist instead.
