That Punch's Glory, A Personal Disciple?

Lu Lin heard Zhao Futu's voice and turned to smile at him.

"Zhao Futu, you finally made it."

Zhao Futu didn't understand what was going on.

He'd been at the school infirmary, and had only just finished getting his body repaired when he received Lu Lin's message telling him to hurry over.

Zhao Futu didn't understand why Lu Lin had called him, but his treatment was finished, so he naturally had no reason to refuse.

But the moment he arrived, he saw Lu Lin fighting Hou Zhan.

"Boss, watch out!"

Zhao Futu couldn't help calling out a warning.

"Don't worry."

As he spoke, Lu Lin gave Hou Zhan a hard yank, throwing him off balance.

Hou Zhan had been ready to launch a sneak attack while Lu Lin wasn't paying attention, but now that plan could only end in failure.

"Zhao Futu, watch closely."

Lu Lin suddenly tightened his grip and hurled Hou Zhan into the sky.

Hou Zhan's massive body shot upward, completely beyond his control.

A rush of joy filled him.

Lu Lin, I don't know why you're doing this, but this is the beginning of your doom.

Thinking this, Hou Zhan adjusted his posture in midair, gathering strength.

By the time gravity pulled him back down, Hou Zhan had finished adjusting his position.

He still pretended to be unable to control himself, hoping to make Lu Lin lower his guard.

But Lu Lin had been preparing for this for so long. How could Hou Zhan fool him?

"Hmph."

Lu Lin snorted and punched at Hou Zhan as he plummeted toward him.

The terrifying force seemed to tear through the very air, unleashing a deafening boom.

A black speck suddenly appeared.

When Jiang Yu saw the black speck, astonishment crossed his face.

How was this possible?!

Lu Lin