The warning cries of his fellow sect members were of no use.
One of his hands had already been crippled by Lin Zhenghui, the entire palm deformed.
Blocking Lin Zhenghui's fists with the other hand was futile.
Under this punch, it felt as if a force had shattered myriad armies, not only shattering the bones of his other palm but also his fractured lumbar vertebrae.
"Ah..." Another scream of agony.
The opponent's body tumbled onto the ground, unable to even crawl up.
And Lin Zhenghui wouldn't let him get up, the match had not been called to a halt yet.
Lin Zhenghui appeared in front of him and stepped directly onto his lower abdomen's Dantian, brutally dispersing his Qi channel's acupressure point.
At the same time, he also stepped on the opponent's foot, crushing it as if it were a twisted hemp rope.
"Crack!" The sound of breaking bones.
"Ah..." A shriek of pain, before passing out.
