Impulsive

The entire venue fell silent. Even those noble young ladies who had been hopping and skipping about quieted down.

Everyone stared at Lin Qi and Ying Sheng as if they had seen ghosts. The two were similarly broad and towering, both radiating a sharp aura that made hearts tremble. Ying Sheng reached forward, and Lin Qi caught his wrist. When their arms collided, the thunderous blast sent bowls and dishes flying from several nearby round tables.

"Boy, that's the woman I have my eye on!" Ying Sheng glared fixedly at Lin Qi, shoving down hard with his hand in an attempt to force him back.

"The problem is, she doesn't have her eye on you!" Lin Qi looked coldly at Ying Sheng. His five fingers clamped tightly around Ying Sheng's wrist. Their arms trembled slightly, taut muscles emitting low crackling sounds. Gradually, everyone saw Lin Qi's fingers sink into Ying Sheng's wrist. Ying Sheng's sleeve suddenly burst apart, stretched open by an invisible force.

Breathing heavily, Ying Sheng's arm bulged with veins. Lin Qi's fingers had constricted the blood vessels in his wrist, stopping the blood from passing through. It all accumulated in his veins, making them swell thicker and thicker. Before long, countless veins like blue earthworms writhed into prominence, and Ying Sheng's face grew increasingly ugly.

With a thunderous shout, Ying Sheng drove his left fist viciously upward at Lin Qi's chin.

Lin Qi tilted his head aside, and Ying Sheng's heavy punch skimmed past his face. An invisible gust from the fist tore through the air, shattering the broad crown of the qionghua tree overhead. Lin Qi shot up his right leg and kicked Ying Sheng savagely in the lower abdomen. With a muffled Bang!, Ying Sheng lost his footing. While his upper body remained perfectly still,