As he spoke, he took out a healing-type pill from his Space Ring and handed it to Lin Taichu.
Lin Taichu smiled bitterly. "This is a healing pill. I'm fine, I can still hold on."
Chen Hao sighed and inwardly cursed him as useless. Then he turned around and stared coldly at the president of the Martial Arts Club. "We haven't lost yet."
"Heh heh, still trying to struggle?"
The president of the Martial Arts Club shook his head with a smile. "Since you insist on being stubborn, I don't mind playing with you a little longer. I just hope you can still be this tough later."
"But let me warn you, this move of mine is called the Eight Desolations Palm. It's a high-grade cultivation technique with extremely formidable power. If you can't block it, don't blame me for showing no mercy."
"The Eight Desolations Palm?" Excitement flashed in Lin Taichu's eyes.
"The Eight Desolations Palm—I've heard of this martial skill before. They say it possesses immense power and has nine forms in total. Every form is incredibly terrifying, and using it requires intense concentration."
"Since you've heard of it, I won't hold back anymore." With that, the president of the Martial Arts Club swung his right arm and unleashed palm strike after palm strike.
The Eight Desolations Palm was indeed terrifying. Every palm strike carried the force of a thousand pounds!
Lin Taichu and the others resisted with all their strength, but unfortunately, their attacks were still far too weak. They could not shake the Eight Desolations Palm in the slightest and were instead forced back by it.
"This president is way too strong. Even with the true essence barrier, Lin Taichu and the others can't withstand him at all. At this rate, they might die here."
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