"Whoosh," with a single stroke of a heavy hand chop, he aimed to slash Lin Feng's ribs.
Seeing Li Daqi off guard against his own fist, Lin Feng knew Li Daqi had been fooled. His prior deception was to lure Li Daqi into the trap. Thinking this, he still showed signs of going head-to-head with Li Daqi, without altering his moves in the slightest.
Li Daqi, seeing that Lin Feng had no intention of changing his tactics, was overjoyed. He couldn't fathom what was going through Lin Feng's mind. How could he, an AA-level post-stage expert, want to clash forcefully with someone of AAA-level middle-stage power? Wasn't that courting death? Currently, he had suppressed his strength to this level, yet Lin Feng still acted as if he was at the peak of AA-level. Since that was the case, why hold back? With this thought, he intended to injure the young man so severely with his next move that he wouldn't be able to rise again, then torment him further.
