"You go first. I'm afraid if I make the first move, you won't get a chance to strike and will lose too badly."
Lin Chen said.
"You're a little too arrogant."
Zheng Long gritted his teeth in fury and suddenly charged forward. Like a hunting leopard, he was incredibly fast, which surprised Lin Chen. Although he had never fought Zheng Long before, in his eyes, Zheng Long had merely been an ordinary martial artist. He should not have possessed such speed.
Still, it only surprised Lin Chen slightly. It did not mean such speed was enough to contend with him. Though Zheng Long was fast, there was still quite a gap between them.
When Zheng Long's fist was half a meter from Lin Chen, Lin Chen suddenly sidestepped, then swiftly returned to position and slapped the back of Zheng Long's head.
However, Zheng Long merely staggered forward a few steps without much reaction.
"Such high defense!"
Lin Chen had not used much internal energy in that slap. An ordinary person would at least have been left dizzy and disoriented, yet Zheng Long had not. That showed how high his defense was.
"Are you trying to scratch an itch for me?"
Zheng Long said smugly.
At those words, a hint of ruthlessness flashed across Lin Chen's face. Originally, he had not wanted to use his full strength. After all, he and Zheng Long had no deep-seated grudge; they merely had some conflict of interest over Tomb Raiding.
As for Zheng Long's underlings, they had simply been courting death. They had no one to blame but themselves.
"You think that was scratching an itch? Very well. Let me show you what I can do."
The internal energy in Lin Chen's hands surged to full force.
"Hmph, keep showing off if you want,