Wang Qiang looked at Lin Hao with a ferocious expression, taking steps towards him, his eyes gleaming with a cold light.
Lin Hao felt a chill rising in his heart and hurriedly stepped back two paces.
"What are you trying to do? I am Old Lin's disciple. You wouldn't dare lay a finger on me."
"Heh heh, of course, I wouldn't dare touch you, I'll just cut you into a thousand pieces."
Wang Qiang said with a malicious laugh.
After speaking, his figure suddenly lunged forward, charging at Lin Hao and striking towards him with his palm.
Bang!
Lin Hao hastily engaged in combat but was utterly unable to fend off his opponent. He was sent flying with a palm strike, spitting blood and falling to the ground, his body trembling violently, evidently seriously injured.
"Lin Hao, you waste, you can't even block a single move of mine. Do you even deserve to call yourself Old Lin's disciple? Go take a good look at yourself in the mirror; you're not even worth a fart!"
