On the Martial Stage.
After testing Li Moyu's reaction speed again,
Lin Zichen took a light leap backward and created some distance from Li Moyu.
Next, he intended to test Li Moyu's final attribute—strength.
Li Moyu had no idea what Lin Zichen was thinking and assumed that Lin Zichen had retreated because his attacks proved ineffective, compelling him to stop and pull back.
Thinking this, he couldn't help but laugh, "Lin Zichen, I underestimated your speed."
"But alas, your strength is too weak. Even if you're fast enough to hit me, you can't inflict any substantial damage. You're bound to lose this duel."
"Now it's my turn!"
With that, he forcefully propelled himself off his calves as if he were a cannonball shot out, swinging his cauldron-sized fist toward Lin Zichen's face.
Lin Zichen loved to punch people in the face, so he would return the favor to let Lin Zichen taste what it was like to get smacked in the face with a heavy punch!
