The attacks of the four people arrived in an instant, enveloping Lin Chen.
Boom, boom, boom!
"It's over, Lin Chen is definitely dead," Miao Bing's face revealed a touch of unwillingness.
Those four martial artists were also dumbfounded; they had launched a lethal strike because they believed Lin Chen would dodge.
But what they didn't expect was that this idiot would stand there like a fool, letting the attacks hit him.
They had heard too much about Lin Chen's exploits, how he single-handedly wiped out eight top experts from the Tian Alliance, so they had exerted their full strength from the beginning. But now it seemed that Lin Chen was nothing but a paper tiger.
As the dust settled, their expressions changed dramatically. Lin Chen slowly stood up in the pavilion, completely unharmed.
"How is that possible? The attacks clearly hit him. How could this guy be unscathed?"
Shock was written all over the faces of the four martial artists.
