"Is this guy just bluffing?"
Tang Weizhong watched Lin Zheyu practicing his punches, feeling somewhat uncertain.
His current state wasn't good, this was almost his limit.
However, looking at Zhao Hao, the other's condition was still fine. If a fight were to break out, he'd be the one suffering.
But just watching the other comprehend sword intent, Tang Weizhong felt extremely unwilling.
"How dare this guy!"
Tang Weizhong's gaze suddenly sharpened.
Just as he hesitated, Lin Zheyu struck first.
Lin Zheyu was using Wild Bull Fist, his spirit immersed within, seemingly forgetting the surroundings.
His movements grew larger, the range of motion widened, quickly approaching Tang Weizhong.
"Hmph, afraid of you?"
Tang Weizhong clenched his teeth, forming his hand into an eagle claw.
He couldn't retreat.
With so many martial artists around, if he retreated, his face would be utterly lost.
