Elder Lin was obstinate; he didn't believe he would lose, especially since he was already beyond his seventies and couldn't withstand any more turmoil.
Elder Lin's figure, swift as lightning, moved so fast it was hard for the naked eye to catch. In an instant, he charged in front of Liu Zheng, his fist carrying a whistling sound as it tore through the air, and he launched a direct punch at Liu Zheng.
Liu Zheng didn't dodge; he simply stood in place, watching Elder Lin with a cold gaze as if he was watching an ant dance.
As Elder Lin's fist connected with Liu Zheng's body, Elder Lin's expression suddenly turned to one of shock.
Because Liu Zheng's legs had disappeared without notice.
This bizarre state took Elder Lin by surprise, and he subconsciously withdrew his offensive.
"How is this possible? Is this… an illusion?"
Elder Lin murmured to himself.
Having lived half his life, Elder Lin was experienced, but he had never seen such a strange sight before.
