The man before him was astonishingly a peak sixth-level Martial Master.
At this level, he could already be considered an expert.
"Take another move from me!" Lin Taichu growled, his blood boiling throughout his body.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Lin Taichu moved like a phantom, appearing before the Old Man as he threw a punch with his right fist.
He was incredibly fast.
"Trivial trick!"
A mocking smile crossed Zhao Yang's lips as he met the attack with his palm.
Bang!
Their fists collided, unleashing a series of bursts of force.
"Step, step, step..."
This time, Zhao Yang's body trembled slightly, and he retreated two steps before steadying himself. A trace of shock flashed through his eyes. "Your physical body has actually reached the Second-grade Profound Iron Battle Body!"
Lin Taichu could not be bothered with him. He turned and continued deeper into the gorge.
"Bastard! You dare ignore me? You're courting death!" Zhao Yang flew into a rage. Peals of thunder rang out from within his body as he threw a punch. It carried terrifying pressure that made the air tremble.
The punch brought a terrifying shockwave crashing down upon Lin Taichu. The surrounding grass and trees snapped and shattered one after another, creating a horrifying sight.
"Hmph!" Lin Taichu snorted coldly and cast him a disdainful glance. Then he moved, evading the attack before backhanding him.
Slap!
The slap rang out crisply, like a firecracker exploding.
"Pfft..."
Zhao Yang spat blood and was sent flying sideways.
"How is this possible?!"
Zhao Yang was utterly shaken. He had never expected to be injured without even being able to withstand a single move. This was far too powerful.
"Kid, consider yourself lucky today!" Zhao Yang gritted his teeth, threw out a threat, and prepared to flee. He feared that if he