You Zhiyuan sneered with disdain on his face and said, "I said I'll kill you in ten moves, and I definitely won't drag it to eleven!" His eyes lit up, exuding a terrifying aura, and he suddenly struck out with a palm.
He only hit the air with a palm, but this palm turned into a grinding disc size, pressing towards Jin Yunlin.
"Great!" Jin Yunlin, naturally unafraid, moved forward with both fists towards it.
Boom!
The two clashed, and Jin Yunlin was immediately sent flying, seemingly powerless to fight back.
You Zhiyuan, on the other hand, kept his hands behind his back with a relaxed expression, as if he didn't take any of this seriously. He said lightly, "If this is all the strength you have, don't talk about ten moves, even three might be too much for you!"
Everyone was appalled.
Was Jin Yunlin weak?
How could that be possible!
