Bam!
Bam!
The rumbling echoed.
Lin Fan harnessed his Martial Arts power, his right foot lightly tapping Zhang Zhili's chest. It seemed like a casual move.
But when landed, it unleashed a shocking force.
Centered on the tip of his toe, ripples expanded circle after circle outward.
Crackle! Pop!
Zhang Zhili's Chaos Thunder Body was indeed formidable, breaking free from Lin Fan's control. He transformed into a flicker of lightning, clutching his chest as he reappeared in the distance, blood dripping vividly from the corner of his mouth.
"This guy's a monster, isn't he?"
He looked up at Lin Fan, his mind filled with such thoughts.
He'd thought he could fight an evenly matched battle with his opponent, only to find himself thoroughly suppressed, without even the slightest ability to resist.
Lin Fan said, "You're not bad. Back then, there was just a tiny gap between your strength and mine. Use your Immortal Treasure—perhaps it might change the tide a little."
