At that moment, Wu Yun was getting more and more shocked. He even felt a little terrified. He had already used his full strength but the opposition was still matching him skillfully and easily. He felt as if he didn't know what to do.
Lin Fan exchanged blows with Wu Yun for a while. He couldn't help but say, "Your foot technique is a little flawed. It seems short of the original ancient technique."
"What rubbish are you spouting?" Wu Yun cried out as he threw a kick. But very quickly, the kick was easily deflected by Lin Fan.
"How is that rubbish? After so much time has passed, it's difficult to avoid some degradation," said Lin Fan calmly.
Very soon, Wu Yun backed off. He took a deep breath to calm himself before placing his fist to his palm respectfully. He didn't feel ashamed. "I concede defeat."
Lin Fan smiled and said, "You're too courteous."
