The Dragon Clan had tremendous confidence in their own strength.
Luo Bingxin was no exception. She was certain that with her Divine Power Level crushing Lin Yi's, once this punch landed on his chin, it would thoroughly scramble his brains and knock him unconscious.
"Kid, go to sleep. When you wake up, it'll all be over."
Crimson Divine Power flickered across Luo Bingxin's fist like burning flames. In the next instant, it was already beneath Lin Yi's chin.
Victory was assured! Why was it said that in a battle between experts, the slightest error could lead to a vast difference?
Because once someone was struck by an attack, they would begin to fall into a passive position.
After being hit, the body would be displaced to varying degrees according to the direction in which the attacker exerted force.
Many factors affected the distance of that displacement—the attacker's strength, the victim's defense, weight, and so on.
But one thing was certain.
The direction in which the victim was displaced depended entirely on the attacker.
In other words, as long as an attack landed, regardless of whether it was blocked, the attacker could control the victim's state in the next instant, seize the initiative, and launch a chain of tightly linked attacks.
Just like now, the instant her right fist touched Lin Yi, Luo Bingxin had already drawn back her left hand. Her palm had taken on the shape of a dragon claw, crimson Divine Power blazing over it as she prepared her next move.
Bang! The heavy uppercut struck Lin Yi squarely on the chin.
Yet the scene of Lin Yi being mercilessly launched away never appeared.
Luo Bingxin clearly felt as though her fist had struck a block of iron. Not only was the target incredibly heavy, it was also