Conversely, if Lin Taichu lost this battle, he could only become an ordinary Honorary Elder, with no chance of ever rising again, destined to live out the rest of his life in obscurity.
After more than three hundred exchanges, Lin Taichu finally seized an opening and struck the middle-aged man in the chest with his palm. The man groaned and staggered rapidly backward. A bloody palm print appeared on his chest.
The middle-aged man struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Lin Taichu with a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.
Yet he did not give up. Instead, he directly activated his cultivation technique to restore his stamina.
"My cultivation technique can negate all the injuries I just suffered and restore my stamina as well. However, I can only use it once a day. Still, it is more than enough to deal with you." The middle-aged man gently wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, straightened up, and stared coldly at Lin Taichu.
Seeing the middle-aged man looking eager to fight, as though he were about to attack at any moment, Lin Taichu could not help but smile bitterly. He shook his head and sighed. "It seems you have already decided that I am bound to lose. In that case, let us settle this."
After saying that, his expression suddenly turned solemn, and a powerful aura erupted from his body.
The middle-aged man snorted and fixed a serious gaze on Lin Taichu as well.
The next moment, Lin Taichu launched the first attack. He let out a low roar, sprang into the air, and shot toward the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, a chilling murderous intent flashing through them. Then his figure flickered as he