Tap, tap, tap.
Ye Lin retreated again and again, every step incomparably heavy.
"You're quite good. You actually forced me back half a step."
Lu Cang steadied himself and looked at Ye Lin with appreciation. There were not many who could take one of his punches head-on and force him back half a step. The man before him was one of them.
"So strong."
Ye Lin's arm trembled slightly, his face filled with shock. This man's strength had already surpassed his imagination.
In that instant when their fists collided, he had felt a supreme will descend and envelop him.
His combat power had been suppressed by thirty percent in an instant, while his body felt as though it had sunk into a quagmire, unable to move at his command.
This was simply far too bizarre.
"Come. Continue."
A trace of excitement flashed through Lu Cang's eyes. He licked his lips and spoke softly. Among the prodigies of this age, this was the first time he had encountered someone capable of forcing him back half a step.
It could not help but stir a battle-hungry urge within him.
It seemed the prodigies of this age were not as worthless as he had imagined. There were still capable people among them.
In an instant, Lu Cang attacked fiercely. An incomparably scorching aura erupted from his right fist, like a volcanic eruption.
His body flickered and vanished into the air. Almost instantly, Lu Cang had arrived before Ye Lin. His face was cruel as he threw a punch directly at him.
"Sever."
Without the slightest fear, Ye Lin slashed out a stream of Sword Qi.
Lu Cang possessed the true intent of the fist. If he continued trading blows with him, he would be utterly brain-dead.
Using one's own weakness to attack another's