Lin God's Pocket Was Absolutely Bursting with Trump Cards!

The horse trainers showed no mercy.

Narita Hyouji screamed as they beat him. He clutched his head with both hands, curled into a ball, and rolled around, but after a dozen lashes, all his attempts to defend himself were futile.

In barely ten seconds, Narita Hyouji stopped moving. He lay unconscious on the ground, limp as a puddle of mud.

Lin Baici glanced at Narita Hyouji and thought the guy was a real coward.

At a time like this, he should've fought back and tried to take them all down with him. At least then, he wouldn't die for nothing.

Although Lin Baici was wearing a horse-headed man's clothes, they didn't fit. The head he'd just ripped off was still bleeding, and since he wore it on his own head, the blood ran down his neck.

The moment he approached, the Horse King spotted the suspicious figure.

Lin Baici had never intended to fool the other party. He only needed to get a little closer. Now, seeing that the Horse King was about to question him, Lin Baici sprang into action.

Yongdong Long Fist!

Lin Baici charged, his fist wreathed in white frost, and slammed it toward the Horse King's head.

The Horse King neither dodged nor retreated. It stepped forward, raised an arm, and struck back.

Bam!

Their fists collided.

Lin Baici staggered back two steps, then checked his momentum. He drove his right foot into the ground and charged again.

Bam!

The Horse King crashed through the railing behind it and tumbled down. It leaped back to its feet after a few rolls, but it was still a step too slow.

Lin Baici was already on it, hammering it with a flurry of punches!

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The horse trainers and horse-headed men saw what was happening and