The Immortal Lord had not taken a weapon and charged straight at him just like that.
In his eyes, and in the eyes of every other spectator, this was a battle with no suspense whatsoever.
Even Yuan Yuan actually thought the same. Although he had bet on Lin Qing, it had been more a gesture of encouragement, and he had not wagered much.
The Immortal Lord was, of course, very fast. An ordinary Second Heaven True Immortal would indeed have struggled to respond.
Yet Lin Qing was naturally no slower. Although most of his stats were only at the baseline, he could enhance himself with various kinds of willpower.
Thus, by the time the Immortal Lord's fist came smashing toward him, Lin Qing's longsword was already in its path.
The Immortal Lord was too arrogant. He believed Lin Qing would never be able to react, and having just been enraged by Lin Qing, he wanted to finish him in a single blow.
As such, he had held almost nothing back in this punch. By the time he saw Lin Qing's sword tip, the distance between them was already far too short for him to pull back.
His fist struck the sword tip, and blood sprayed out. Of course, this blood was simulated too, though it looked no different from the real thing.
The Immortal Lord reacted quickly. Feeling the sharp pain in his fist, he immediately withdrew his hand and jumped back. The longsword had pierced less than an inch into his fist.
The Immortal Lord raised his hand and looked at the blood still streaming from it, his expression growing increasingly dark. An injury alone would naturally not have angered him. What angered him was being wounded by a Second Heaven True Immortal.
"Very good! Very good! You'd better