With the physique of a tiger and the waist of a bear, Li Linfeng had already stood up, towering a full head taller than Shen Qing at nearly six feet three inches, looking down at him and putting immense pressure on him.
Shen Qing even had the illusion that what stood before him was not a person, but a wall.
Li Linfeng asked in a deep voice, "Have you practiced before?"
"I've practiced some Nine Skills."
"To what extent?"
"I can already feel a warm flow of Qi Sensing in my Dantian."
"Hmm? You've cultivated Qi-Blood?"
Li Linfeng's gaze shifted over Shen Qing's body, and suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up in an intriguing smile, as if his interest had sparked unexpectedly.
He poised his hands like claws and, in an instant motion akin to catching the wind, he clasped Shen Qing's arms and jerked them outward.
The movement was so fast, as swift as a gust of wind, that Shen Qing could not react in time.
