"You, of the Demonic Path, are unworthy!"
Song Yin let out a cold shout, his figure becoming like a blur, almost turning into a white shadow. That White Qi, like a dragon, wrapped around his entire arm, as he smashed a punch straight at Lian Ren's head.
"Hahaha!"
Lian Ren let out a hearty laugh, bending his arm, rigid like steel, directly to meet Song Yin's punch. Meanwhile, the 'steel tendons' blossoming on his arm twisted and danced, the tips sharpening into fine points that reached Song Yin's body before the fists even made contact.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The pointed spires hitting Song Yin's body let out a series of crisp sounds, but couldn't even slow him down. His body seemed to be made of metal as he aggressively closed in, his fist about to meet Lian Ren's.
"Good! Good! Good Flesh!"
Lian Ren, more frenzied than ever, roared as he too threw a punch, aiming straight for Song Yin's fist.
Bang!!
