"You're quite good. Aside from a previous fight with a guy from Qing Nation, I've never suffered such injuries. You're the second one," the burly man said with a cold smile, wiping the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth.
"So that means I'm pretty impressive, huh," Fang Lin said with a grin, feeling a touch of self-satisfaction.
The burly man showed a faint sneer, "You deserve my full strength to defeat you. After you lose, remember my name. I am Ying Li."
Fang Lin scratched his head, looking a bit embarrassed, "About that, I'm not so good at remembering people's names, so I probably won't remember it."
Upon hearing this, Ying Li snorted heavily, and the Buddhist scriptures on his arms started to float up, all merging into Ying Li's body.
This sight made Fang Lin feel even more wary; these were clearly not martial arts from the Nine Countries, but from the Seven Seas' Buddhist Sect.
"Why do you know Buddhist Sect martial arts?" Fang Lin asked.
