Lin Zhenghui didn't bother with small talk and concentrated his True Qi in the palm of his hand, slamming it into the stone paving on the ground, blasting out a small pit.
"Bro, didn't you use a sword finger?" Lin Zhuangguo asked as he looked at the two-meter-deep pit.
"A sword finger would only make a rat hole. Could you get through that?" Lin Zhenghui asked with a disdainful glance.
"True," Lin Zhuangguo conceded, rubbing the back of his head.
Then he jumped into the pit and with his energy focused on his fist, began pounding the earth with punch after punch.
In just a few minutes, he'd hollowed the pit out to ten meters deep, and with a final punch to the stone slab above, he managed to blast an entrance open.
"Put on your gas masks before going in and hold your breath inside. Who knows whether there's any poisonous gas in places like this," Lin Zhenghui said while waving his hand and drawing the surrounding air into the entrance.
