With a nimble tip of the foot, he struck towards Park Duanmin's abdomen.
Park Duanmin's wrist was still being grabbed by Lin Zhengzong, so even if he sensed it, there was no way to dodge this hooking kick.
Immediately, his abdomen took a heavy hit, he couldn't hold back a muffled groan, and his face turned as red as pork liver.
Pa!
If it were a one-on-one, Lin Zhengzong was confident that he could take Park Duanmin's life within ten moves.
But at this moment, his opponents were more than just one Huajin Grandmaster. Before Lin Zhengzong could land a precise blow on Park Duanmin's throat,
a gust of cold wind swept by from the side, targeting Lin Zhengzong's temples straight away, intended as a killing move.
"Die!"
Lin Zhengzong was being besieged, fighting against many. Although Luo Gang had a vital area broken, leaking Inner Strength, his decades of Horizontal Training were no joke.
