With this punch, it seed delicate and boneless, yet contained a trendous force.
Sikong Ran let out a muffled grunt, disbelief still lingering in the depths of his eyes.
The woman’s boxing technique appeared utterly unpredictable.
On the surface, it looked simple, filled with flaws, but also as if it was flawless.
Her punches were decisive and skilled, a mastery that can only result from extensive combat experience.
What Sikong Ran didn’t know was that Xin Lin before him was actually just a novice martial artist.
All her combat experience didn’t even match Sikong Ran’s practical experience in the Eagle Chick Conference.
Yet Xin Lin had the strongest opponent, a man who was the puppet called Little Guihu.
Little Guihu’s boxing was extrely tricky; Xin Lin had fought him once and learned more from that battle than from a hundred others.
The fight still continued, and Sikong Ran’s doubts grew more intense; who exactly was this woman?
She seed to be a martial artist, but her gestures were entwined with the feel of Spiritual Energy.
Their skin burned with a scorching sensation.
What kind of boxing was this?
Such skills were rare, not just in Qingtian Academy but also at the Eagle Chick Conference.
"Miss, if you don’t stop, don’t bla for being impolite."
Sikong Ran saw that day was breaking.
If he were discovered by others, his reputation would surely be damaged.
The hard-earned reputation he had built at the Eagle Chick Conference couldn’t be destroyed like this.
He gazed at the woman’s cheeks, which were slightly flushed from the intense battle, and a complex expression suddenly surged in his eyes.
As a man and a practitioner of the Xuan Transformation Realm, Sikong Ran figured the woman would soon be exhausted if the fight dragged on.
Little did he know, she showed no signs of stopping, her boxing beca even more aggressive and powerful; after fighting closely for about two hours, her breath showed no signs of weakening.
Sikong Ran was unaware that before making her appearance, Xin Lin had drunk a bottle of Jade Pure Spring.
She harbored a deep grudge against Sikong Ran, thinking of the various grievances suffered by the Xin Family and the original "Xin Lin," and the more Xin Lin thought about it, the angrier she got.
A set of Ghost God Fist Second Form, Ghost God Breaking Army, was unstoppable.
Sikong Ran was forced to retreat step by step, and his True Qi was intensely stirred by the forceful wind of the Ghost God Fist.
Sikong Ran’s eyes deepened, and two dark gleams appeared on the Xuanwu Ring in his hand, suddenly penetrating into his body.
The darkness was silent, and by the ti Xin Lin noticed, Sikong Ran’s aura had surged drastically.
He let out a guttural noise from his throat, his skin shimring with a strange glow.
At that mont, Xin Lin’s punch struck right in front of Sikong Ran.
With that punch, Xin Lin felt a strong vibration in her wrist, and her fists almost shattered.
Sikong Ran, however, was unscathed; his bones crackled, and his muscles moved slightly, easily deflecting Xin Lin’s Fist Power.
A surge of rage appeared on his handso face, and the True Qi within him grew wildly.
He exuded an air of arrogance and a violent temperant.
Such strong aura.
Xin Lin realized sothing was not right, Sikong Ran arched his back, leaped into the air, like a fierce tiger pouncing forward.
It was the ring.
Xin Lin noticed that the aura around Sikong Ran and that of the Xuanwu Ring had both intensified.
That ring...
But at that mont, Xin Lin felt the Fire Spirit within her draining rapidly.
This is bad.
Xin Lin inwardly cursed her luck.
She only knew that drinking from the Jade Pure Spring would sustain her strength, but forgot that the Ghost God Fist Second Form, after her modification and fusion with the Fire Spirit, although more powerful, consud a significant amount of Fire Spirit.
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