These seemingly ordinary palms directly smacked over. They actually contained a million variations, becoming a palm, a finger strike, a hammer blow...all sorts of weaponry stances could be mixed within, and they were exceedingly profound.
Feng Lin felt that no matter how he changed his moves, they would all be caught by this new opponent's palms. There was no way for him to evade as well.
Bang!
The palms seemed slow but were actually extremely swift. They collided together with Feng Lin's fist and dragged it backward slightly. All the violent fist force dissipated into nothingness, vanishing without a trace, just like how the spring wind transformed into rain.
That snake-figured man got a chance to catch his breath. He instantly took this opportunity and wriggled free once more before fleeing far away, not daring to get near Feng Lin any longer.
