"Vice Dean An!" Seeing his condition, Lin Shen was somewhat startled. This was clearly caused by excessive cerebral processing power.
At Lin Shen's shout, Vice Dean An's eyes immediately locked onto him. His body shot forward, arriving before Lin Shen almost as if he had teleported, one hand reaching for Lin Shen's throat.
Lin Shen struck like lightning, knocking aside Vice Dean An's hand as he shouted, "Vice Dean An, are you trying to break the agreement?"
"Impossible. Your techniques cannot possibly exceed my calculations." Vice Dean An's hands flashed out with lightning speed.
Lin Shen also extended both hands, pushing his speed to the limit. Their four palms collided repeatedly in midair, and in an instant, no one knew how many exchanges they had made.
Neither retreated as they fought to the death. Their palms continually clashed in the air, and the earth around them burst apart as though an earthquake had struck.
Vice Dean An's palms grew faster and faster, their changes increasingly strange and unpredictable. It was not that Lin Shen could no longer keep up in speed—his mind was nearly unable to keep up.
He knew this could not go on. He used the Hundred Percent Accuracy Formula again, and one palm pressed against Vice Dean An's chest from an angle Vice Dean An had never anticipated, sending him staggering back several steps.
Lin Shen was slightly surprised. Although he had not used his full strength in that palm strike, it should not have merely pushed Vice Dean An back a few steps. This showed that Vice Dean An's body was even stronger than he had expected.
However, after taking that palm strike, Vice Dean An seemed to calm down. The light in his eyes gradually receded, though a strange expression appeared on his face. "Have