Just when everyone thought Lin Xuan was about to be defeated, he made his move. He had only been defending casually before, but now he was taking it seriously.
He rushed forward, crossing three steps in a single bound to land directly on the 98th level. Then, he threw a punch at Tian Xing.
Everyone was shocked by this sight. No one had expected Lin Xuan to dare to keep chasing. Crossing three levels at once—what immense pressure must that be? Could he possibly withstand it?
Tian Xing sneered, "Get down from here!" How dare he stand on the 98th level, shoulder-to-shoulder with me? What a joke! He's not worthy.
He threw another punch. The Meteor Fist shot toward Lin Xuan.
Their fists collided with a deafening roar, like two mountains crashing into each other. Another figure was sent flying backward.
"Alas, Lin Xuan is so pitiful."
"Yeah, he was never a match for him."
"Wait, that's not right! The one sent flying this time wasn't Lin Xuan!" someone suddenly exclaimed in shock.
