This punch actually made him feel a brush with death. This punch could truly kill him.
Wherever the Tyrant Fist passed, everything turned to dust.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin stood in the distance, watching Lu Yun, a trace of wariness flashing through his eyes.
"Hmph, all you know how to do is slither around and dodge like a loach?"
"You may be slippery, but no matter what, you are doomed to die today. I want to see just where you can keep running to."
Seeing Ye Lin evade his killing punch, Lu Yun sneered.
Only after they had begun fighting did he realize that Ye Lin's strength had been exaggerated. He was nowhere near as formidable as the outside world claimed.
At the very least, right now, he could suppress Ye Lin with his strength alone.
"Again."
Lu Yun charged at Ye Lin once more. Every time Lu Yun threw a punch, Ye Lin chose to evade, not daring to clash head-on with him at all.
If even one of this fellow's casual punches landed, Ye Lin would be crippled even if he did not die.
This fellow's fist technique was simply too tyrannical, utterly unreasonable.
"Hahaha, Ye Lin, weren't you once hailed as the Human Race's number one prodigy? If you have the guts, stop dodging! What kind of skill is it to scurry around and hide like a rat?"
"Stop right there and fight me! Come, let me see your strength. Let me see what you can do."
Ye Lin was incredibly fast. Lu Yun threw more than a hundred punches in succession, yet not a single one struck Ye Lin, making him burn with fury.
This fellow was relying on his speed to toy with him like this?
Did he really think Lu Yun was made of mud?