Lin Yichen quickly put away his dejection.
The match was not over yet. He still had Soul Power left.
His Soul Core was still spinning, still replenishing him.
I can still fight!
Gu Rong spoke as well, and the hand behind his back no longer trembled so badly.
"Not bad. A Soul Douluo definitely wouldn't have been able to withstand that attack."
"I underestimated you! Now it's my turn!"
As soon as Gu Rong finished speaking, dark Soul Power erupted from his body, pressing down on Lin Yichen until he could barely breathe.
The full pressure of a Titled Douluo was not something he could withstand at his current level.
In truth, Gu Rong was also somewhat embarrassed and angered.
That old sword bastard had probably seen the awkward state of his hand just now.
Who knew how he would humiliate him over it later.
"Kid Lin, try taking one palm strike from me!"
The moment he finished speaking, Gu Rong struck out with his palm. One could even hear the surrounding wind howling.
Lin Yichen was shocked. Before he could think, he used Moonshadow Step beneath his feet and blinked to Gu Rong's side.
But in the next second, Gu Rong was already before him. His palm slammed viciously into Lin Yichen's shoulder.
With no time to think, Lin Yichen could only cover his shoulder in ice to weaken the attack.
Sure enough, when the palm force struck the ice, a powerful crash echoed throughout the training ground.
The ice merely shattered into countless fragments, while Lin Yichen remained completely unharmed.
Lin Yichen guessed that Gu Rong had held back. Otherwise, with the force of a Titled Douluo's palm, he would already have been obliterated.
He was still too weak. He could not even defeat a Titled Douluo!
However,