Qiu Changming's Shock

In an instant, the two exchanged dozens of blows. The shockwaves swept in every direction, collapsing the surrounding houses one after another and sending clouds of dust billowing into the air.

The longer Tan Yuchun fought, the more alarmed he became. Even at full strength, he could only fight Lin Qing to a standstill.

This brat has grown too strong. I can't hold him down anymore!

"Go!" Tan Yuchun threw a punch, only to pull it halfway through. He turned and flashed away, putting distance between himself and Lin Qing in an instant before racing off.

His toes tapped the ground, and he stepped through the air as though treading on wisps of cloud. The farther he ran, the lighter his steps became and the faster he moved.

He knew that if the fight continued, he would surely lose his life.

Although the Blood Bull Worship Secret Art greatly strengthened his body, he could sustain it for only a short time.

Once its effects wore off, Lin Qing would immediately gain the upper hand.

But Lin Qing had no intention of letting him leave. One pursued while the other fled, and in moments they had covered several miles, racing toward a more desolate stretch of the Outer City.

Suddenly, Tan Yuchun's swollen body shrank. The Blood Bull Worship Secret Art had reached its limit. His aura plunged, and his running speed dropped sharply with it.

Lin Qing caught up at once and drove a fist toward him. Tan Yuchun spun around in a panic and crossed his arms before his chest like a shield.

Thud!

With a muffled impact, Lin Qing's fist slammed down. Tan Yuchun grunted, flew backward, and crashed to the ground.

Lin Qing stepped forward and was upon him before he could steady himself. Another kick struck