Lin Changkong's punch was fast, precise, and ruthless. Xuan Yin had been completely unprepared, and Lin Changkong had not said a word from beginning to end. Ye Wuchen had even told him not to accept the challenge.
Xuan Yin had instinctively assumed Lin Changkong would not dare make a move, so she had let down her guard. Yet she had not expected that though he did not speak much, his strikes would be so decisive and vicious.
That punch landed squarely on her face, knocking her nose crooked!
"Senior Sister Xuan Yin!"
Seeing Xuan Yin sent flying with blood spurting wildly from her nose, the several Mystic Moon Sect disciples beside her cried out in alarm. Murderous intent surged in their eyes as they all turned toward Lin Changkong.
"You actually dared to launch a sneak attack? Have you no shame?"
"As expected of a chicken-thief and dog-robber. You don't dare accept a challenge and only dare sneak attack—what kind of hero does that make you?"
The corner of Lin Changkong's mouth curled up. Suddenly, he flashed toward the people beside him at extreme speed and threw several punches in succession.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Before they could react, each of them had already taken a punch to the face. Their bodies flew backward and smashed into the ground, leaving them dizzy and disoriented, utterly bedraggled and unable to get up for a while.
Lin Changkong smiled. "Don't talk bullshit. Bullshit gets you beaten."
Their faces immediately turned livid, and they were nearly bursting with rage.
Xuan Yin was also so furious that flames seemed to rise from her head and smoke from all seven orifices. She immediately sealed her nosebleed, glaring at Lin Changkong with eyes ablaze as her killing intent soared.
"You shameless rat, I will definitely kill you!"