Although they were both struck at the same time, Zhao Lin had been prepared. He resisted with his Turtle Shell Force and was almost completely unharmed.
Wei Shi, on the other hand, took the blow head-on with his physical body. He was struck on the shoulder and staggered back.
Zhao Lin gave Wei Shi no chance to catch his breath. He pressed forward, surging with Qi and Blood as he unleashed a flurry of attacks. In less than ten exchanges, he landed a punch squarely on Wei Shi's chest.
Wei Shi stumbled back seven or eight steps before he managed to steady himself. Gritting his teeth, he once again charged forward.
'What a formidable body!'
Zhao Lin was secretly astounded. He had used eighty percent of his strength in that last punch. Even he would have been in considerable pain after a blow like that, yet Wei Shi was somehow still standing firm.
If that punch had landed on a Magic Cultivator, it would have been fatal. The Array would have teleported them out long ago.
