"Good! Very good! I'd like to see just what profound martial technique you learned in the Scripture Pavilion!" Qin Huayang's handsome face twisted grotesquely.
Lin Hao had toyed with him time and again, and he had reached the end of his rope.
"Come on!" Lin Hao struck a pose and beckoned to Qin Huayang with his finger.
The onlookers' eyes widened.
They realized Lin Hao's stance was just an ordinary opening form, riddled with openings from head to toe.
"You have no one to blame but yourself for seeking death!" Before Qin Huayang's words had even faded, he took a step forward.
Fast!
A seemingly simple step, yet it was blindingly fast.
Lin Hao didn't even have time to react before he was sent flying.
"One move? Hahaha! For someone with such a sharp tongue, his skills are pathetic. He couldn't even take a single blow." A Celestial Dui Peak disciple laughed, feeling a sense of vindication.
