Lin Xuan looked at A Sheng as if he were an idiot. A Sheng seemed to be thinking far too simply.
The moment A Sheng began gathering his strength, Lin Xuan had already seen through his intentions.
That was because the aura surrounding A Sheng was simply too intense while he was gathering his strength.
Anyone with normal senses could tell that A Sheng was gathering power.
Yet in A Sheng's eyes, this seemed like something utterly inconceivable.
Lin Xuan looked at A Sheng coldly. "What a stupid pig!"
As he spoke, Lin Xuan clenched his right fist and charged forward again.
When A Sheng heard Lin Xuan's words, the fury on his face grew even more intense. His features were almost twisted at this point.
A Sheng considered himself a peerless prodigy, and one of the very best among peerless prodigies.
Therefore.
From beginning to end, A Sheng had never taken Lin Xue seriously. Yet now, Lin Xuan had not only suppressed him,
he was even mocking him so mercilessly. A Sheng could no longer take it, and charged toward Lin Xuan in a frenzy.
The golden spear in his hand danced without pause.
A Sheng desperately tried to counterattack and break free from Lin Xuan's suppression, but that was destined to be impossible.
Lin Xuan's fists were terrifying. Every time one came down, A Sheng had to block it with all his strength.
Yet even when he defended with all his might, A Sheng was already struggling to hold on.
And as time passed, blocking Lin Xuan's fists became increasingly difficult for A Sheng.
Before long, A Sheng would be completely unable to withstand Lin Xuan's fists.
A Sheng understood this very clearly, and precisely because of that, he was extremely anxious.
At this moment, A Sheng desperately