Therefore, Lin Taichu had no choice but to deal with the masked man's attacks cautiously. He kept dodging and shifting with ease, occasionally using the Grappling Hand to seize the masked man's joints and limit his attacks.
The masked man grew increasingly agitated. Every one of his attacks was lethal, yet Lin Taichu always evaded them with casual ease.
As a result, he was utterly unable to gain the upper hand. On the contrary, his disadvantage continued to grow, and numb, aching sensations came from every joint in his body. It left him utterly stifled.
This kid was clearly just an ant at the Houtian realm...
The masked man was extremely frustrated. If word of this got out, the entire Jiangnan Province would surely laugh at him. A top assassin ranked among the top hundred of the Assassin Ranking was actually unable to deal with a junior!
"Damn it! Just who the hell is this guy?" The masked man's heart was filled with doubt.
He had originally thought he could kill with a single blow, but reality dealt him a crushing blow. Not only could his opponent handle his attacks with ease, but Lin Taichu could also find opportunities to counterattack and even suppress him!
Although the masked man was also at the Houtian Peak, he was older and had cultivated for many years, accumulating far more experience. Moreover, Lin Taichu had only just arrived and had yet to master his martial techniques, which was why Lin Taichu had been able to suppress him.
However, he gradually adapted to the situation and began taking the initiative.
"Ha!" The masked man suddenly leaped into the air, clenched both hands into fists, and smashed down with a piercing whistle!
This was his self-created Iron Sand Palm, an exceptionally aggressive move!
Lin Taichu's