Lin Taichu vanished from where he stood, dodging the punch. Wang Hao's figure appeared eerily at Lin Taichu's rear flank, and he chopped out with a palm. Lin Taichu quickly turned and blocked Wang Hao's attack with his left hand. At the same time, Wang Hao's fist came at him again. Lin Taichu struck out with his palm, deflecting Wang Hao's attack. Immediately afterward, Wang Hao lunged forward and whipped out a roundhouse kick at Lin Taichu's waist and abdomen.
Lin Taichu nimbly evaded it, extending his right leg at the same time to sweep at Wang Hao's shin.
Wang Hao's toe struck right against Lin Taichu's shoe tip. Lin Taichu grunted and staggered three steps back.
There was not much difference between Wang Hao and Lin Taichu's strength, but Wang Hao had cultivated the Internal Cultivation Method, Yi Jin Jing, for many years, giving him physical abilities far beyond those of ordinary people. That was why he could gain the upper hand in a direct clash, though that advantage would soon disappear. After all, Wang Hao had not practiced the Yi Jin Jing for long and could not yet wield it proficiently. Lin Taichu, on the other hand, had cultivated the Yi Jin Jing for a long time and was naturally far more seasoned.
Lin Taichu took the opportunity to break free from Wang Hao's entanglement, then struck at Wang Hao's chest with his palm. Wang Hao met it with his own palm. The two palms collided, producing a deafening bang.
Wang Hao's arm trembled slightly, while Lin Taichu retreated three steps. Wang Hao knew that he had been injured.
Lin Taichu was stronger than him, but because he practiced the Yi Jin Jing, his body was incredibly tough, allowing him to barely contend with Lin Taichu and even