Yang Lin's fists were fierce, and his legwork was just as formidable.
He lashed out towards Xiao Chen like a venomous snake.
However, he avoided hitting vulnerable spots.
It wasn't a fight to the death; he only wanted to prove his own strength and simultaneously gauge Xiao Chen's.
Yet, even using seventy percent of his power was child's play in front of Xiao Chen, ineffective as an infant's punches and kicks.
Xiao Chen even blocked his kick effortlessly with just one finger.
In that moment, Yang Fan thought Xiao Chen's finger would snap.
Who could have imagined that it would be Yang Lin who ended up flipped onto the ground.
"You don't have to hold back, use all of your strength,"
Xiao Chen said with a faint smile.
"You're the one who said it!"
Yang Lin took off his coat right away.
He simply could not believe that he, as a peak Martial Dao Master, seemed like a newborn baby in front of Xiao Chen.
This was too depressing!
"Kill!"
