A faint smile tugged at Lin Yi's lips. Was this guy an idiot?
Anyone else would probably have run away long ago.
But Lin Yi was different. He was no ordinary man.
"If you're so eager to die, I'll oblige!" Lin Yi sneered, then swept a spinning kick toward Iga Shingen's waist.
With a thunderous thud, Iga Shingen was knocked to the ground again.
Yet the guy climbed back to his feet without making a sound.
Then he charged again.
"Holy shit!" Lin Yi was completely dumbfounded. Was this fucker even human?
But a moment later, Lin Yi spotted his weakness.
"Baka! Are you a damn turtle?"
Lin Yi shouted, then threw a fierce punch at Iga Shingen on the ground, aiming straight for his face.
Thud!
Lin Yi slammed another punch into Iga Shingen's stomach, sending him flying more than ten meters.
"Cough... pfft..." Iga Shingen clutched his stomach and coughed violently, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"Hmph, you can really take a beating!" Lin Yi curled his lip disdainfully. He had used sixty or seventy percent of his strength just now. Under normal circumstances, that blow should have put Iga Shingen out of commission.
But who could have expected Iga Shingen to take that hit head-on and still get back up?
Lin Yi could not be bothered to dwell on it, though, and walked toward Iga Shingen again.
A sinister smile appeared on Iga Shingen's lips as he slowly lifted the Samurai Sword in his hand.
Lin Yi's heart lurched at the sight. This motherfucker was going all out!
Iga Shingen slowly raised his long blade, and an overwhelming wave of malevolent energy erupted from his body.
"Damn it, this bastard's putting his life on the line!" Lin Yi gritted his teeth.
Iga Shingen seemed