The loose strands of hair fluttered in the air, and every time the masked man delivered a flying kick, it landed heavily on his abdomen. With each kick, the force increased, making him unable to underestimate it. As someone who had long practiced internal martial arts, he knew that clashing head-on with external martial arts was not a wise choice.
"Internal Art Pressure Point Strike!" Even though Xiao Lin's opponent was the masked man, he did not let down his guard against others, striking at them when they least expected it.
"Not so easy!"
The masked man let out a bellow, retracting his right leg and switching to using his left palm to strike at Xiao Lin's right shoulder. He hadn't expected the opponent's control to be so strong; in a flash, his left shoulder was hit hard, forcing him back several steps, feeling the sticky pain spreading through his entire left arm.
