Seeing this, Zhu Yeqing immediately understood. His figure flashed, turning into a wisp of green smoke as he circled behind the President of the Martial Arts Association. He thrust out a finger, aiming straight for a vital point.
The President sensed the danger at his back and hurriedly turned to block it. But at that very moment, Lin Taichu's Golden Flames palm force had already reached him.
The President's face changed drastically. He had never expected Lin Taichu to have such a trump card. He tried to dodge, but it was already too late.
Boom! The Golden Flames palm force struck the President squarely in the chest, sending his entire body flying backward and smashing heavily into the wall.
The President spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper. He had clearly suffered severe injuries. Yet as one of the Nangong Family's foremost experts, he still refused to admit defeat so easily, even in his wounded state.
He struggled to rise from the ground, lightning flickering across his palms as he prepared one final counterattack. But just then, Zhu Yeqing's attack arrived.
Whoosh! Zhu Yeqing's finger force was like a streak of green lightning, instantly piercing through the President's defenses and striking his chest.
Bang! The President's chest exploded, blood spraying wildly. His body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, then crashed heavily to the ground.
But the battle was not over. Lin Taichu and Zhu Yeqing charged forward again. This time, Lin Taichu leaped into the air and viciously kicked the President in the head. His head instantly burst like a watermelon, red and white matter scattering across the ground.
Even in death, the President's eyes remained wide open, filled with unwillingness. He never could have imagined that after roaming the Jianghu for