Manners? You're saying I have no manners?
A flicker of disbelief crossed Yan Lin's eyes at Liu Ling's accusation. I was standing here all along. You weren't watching where you were going, ran into me, and got knocked back yourself, yet you're calling me rude?
His gaze slowly changed, and he suddenly smiled at Liu Ling. "How could I have no manners? No one knows manners better than me."
Yan Lin walked slowly forward, his smile utterly harmless, but Liu Ling sensed something was wrong and guarded himself.
Even so, Liu Ling had no chance to react when Yan Lin struck. Before the astonished eyes of Nalan Yanran and the others, Yan Lin suddenly swung his fist, smashing it squarely into Liu Ling's handsome face with a movement too fast for them to see.
With a dull thud, Liu Ling's nasal bone snapped and blood spurted out. His face distorted as though battered by a hurricane, and his entire body lifted off the ground and flew backward.
It all happened in the flash of a spark.
Even passing onlookers gaped. Liu Ling was an alchemist, but he was also a high-level Dou Master, one of the finest among the Imperial Capital's younger generation. Yet he had failed to withstand even one punch from someone his own age. They could not help seeing the unremarkable-looking Yan Lin in a new light.
Even Nalan Yanran, the Imperial Capital's acknowledged prodigy, began taking Yan Lin seriously. Her beautiful eyes studied him with surprise and curiosity as she marveled inwardly, So fast. He's strong!
Nalan Yanran doubted she could have blocked that punch herself.
Judging by the speed of his attack, she concluded that Yan Lin was stronger than her.
In truth, however, they had only seen the tip of his iceberg.
He had