There were no fancy moves like in Hong Kong martial arts films, nor were there any exchange of blows—facing the pincer attack by two burly special forces bodyguards, Lin Feng swiftly, directly, and violently knocked them to the ground, shocking everyone present.
"So fast! How could Lin Feng's move be this fast? Even I, facing Lin Feng at such speed, would probably have no ability to fight back, right?"
Even Xiao Nishang, who had anticipated this, wore a look of terror, staring at Lin Feng. Because Lin Feng's recent moves, both his footwork and the speed of his punches, had far exceeded her understanding. Perhaps even her father, a Houtian Late Stage master of Ancient Martial Arts, could only achieve such speed at his fastest!
"Lin Feng is so fast, does that mean he held back most of his strength when we sparred in the basketball gym last time?"
