With a light cough, Lin Qi clasped his hands behind his back and looked coldly at Lin Seventy-Seven. "You really don't mind if I make a move? You won't resist? No matter how I hit you, you won't randomly pin crimes on me again, will you?"
Lin Seventy-Seven nodded repeatedly, brimming with interest. "I won't, I won't, absolutely not. Come, come. This old man will stand right here—hit me however you please, kick me however you please. Whatever moves you use, this old man will let you have your way! Hahaha! This old man will show you what a little brat can possibly do to me! I absolutely won't pin any crimes on you. Just put your mind at ease."
With a strange smile, Lin Qi waved to the clansmen around them. "Everyone, bear witness. Lin Seventy-Seven is the one who told me to hit him!"
Lin Qi's shout spread across all of Tiger Island. Before the surrounding clansmen could recover their wits, Lin Qi had already rushed before Lin Seventy-Seven, who had planted himself in a horse stance like a post, like a violent gale. Then he viciously swung his right leg backward, his toes nearly pointing straight at the sky. Immediately afterward, amid a chaotic boom like the void being shattered and the elemental laws stirred into a pot of porridge, Lin Qi's right leg became a black hurricane, and he savagely kicked Lin Seventy-Seven in the groin.
With a thunderous bang, both Lin Qi's outer trousers and undergarments shattered, exposing his two sinewy, powerful legs. Lin Seventy-Seven, who had been laughing toward the heavens, suddenly wore an extremely bizarre expression. His enormous body shot straight into the sky like a boulder hurled from a catapult, tearing through the air and trailing vast bursts of milky-white explosions as