The Martial Monk hadn't even finished speaking.
He watched as the long spear in Lin Yi's hand thrust toward him.
The Martial Monk didn't dare to be careless, hastily using the long staff in his hands to block.
CLANG—
The moment the spear and staff collided,
the sound of metal striking metal rang out once more.
The immense force made the webbing of the Martial Monk's thumb and forefinger feel as if it were tearing apart.
His arm went numb, and he almost dropped the long staff in his hands.
He stumbled back several steps and looked up at Lin Yi.
It was only then that he understood why those first-year kids would offer two crates of Second-Grade Compound Potions just to kill a martial examinee from the Old District.
This kid was genuinely hard to kill. If he wasn't careful, he might be the one who ended up dead here.
'I was really too careless…'
The Martial Monk grew increasingly wary. Looking at Lin Yi again, he no longer dared to let his guard down.
ROAR—
