Lin Qi was so fast that in the blink of Yin Gang's eye, the baton had already smashed down onto his head.
The wrist-thick baton, forged from pure copper, bent at a ninety-degree angle across Yin Gang's forehead. Yin Gang's brawny body was as tough as a Rock Titan's. Lin Qi's blow could have split a small mountain apart, yet all it did to Yin Gang was produce a loud clang from his head. The baton twisted out of shape, but not even a hint of red appeared on his scalp.
Scorching divine power of justice, like magma and molten iron, erupted from Yin Gang's body. He roared hoarsely, "Shameless! You possess power nearly equal to a god's, yet you resort to such a sneak attack. You have utterly betrayed the path of justice! Damned wretch, in the name of all justice between heaven and earth, I declare that you shall be sent to the stake and burned to ashes to cleanse your sins."
Lin Qi tossed aside the baton and shook his wrist. He took several steps back and looked at Yin Gang, whose golden divine power surged all over his body, making him look like a giant light bulb. Then he suddenly grinned. "The feel of hitting someone with a baton is pretty good. I like it! No wonder those Copper Hats always loved teaching people lessons with batons in the middle of the street, right in front of everyone."
Rolling his neck, Lin Qi raised his head and recalled his fiery, turbulent youth. Back then, every member of the Iron Fist Brotherhood had been terrified at the mere mention of Copper Hats. Two or three Copper Hats could chase them until they scattered and fled everywhere. Lin Qi himself had tasted what it felt like to have