"Don't worry. I know what to do."
Lin Mo nodded to Xue Qingcheng, then turned toward Man Jing and gestured invitingly. "Please show me what you've got, Brother Man!"
Roar!
Man Jing let out a howl like the roar of a wild beast.
His figure shifted slightly, instantly blurring into an indistinct shadow. This was no spatial divine ability wielded by a spirit transformation powerhouse, but an astonishing burst of speed beyond what the naked eye could follow, produced by his unimaginably powerful physique.
Bang!
His right fist, wreathed in brilliant golden light, slammed squarely into Lin Mo's chest!
"Urgh!"
Lin Mo's entire body shook violently. His ribs caved in, all his internal organs ruptured, and a great mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth, mixed with fragments of his organs.
Yet he did not retreat even half a step. Instead, he swung his right fist, seizing the moment Man Jing struck to return the blow without mercy.
His fist struck flesh!
"Ugh..."
Man Jing grunted, traces of blood appearing around his mouth and nose. His upper body leaned back slightly, dissipating most of the force of Lin Mo's punch and leaving him with only a negligible injury.
His bones remained intact, and his internal organs had merely been jolted slightly. Neither was anything serious.
But the shock Lin Mo's punch gave him startled him far more than the injury itself!
Among all the golden core disciples of the Savage God Valley, his cultivation might have been the lowest, but his physique ranked first, even rivaling that of many nascent soul elders.
Yet Lin Mo was not a body refinement cultivator. How had he managed to injure Man Jing's body through physical strength alone?
It was simply inconceivable!
"Competing with me in physical strength? How arrogant!"
After his brief shock,