"How is this possible?"
As Linghu Yi fought, his alarm only grew. He had been steadily escalating his combat strength, convinced he could overwhelm Ling Chen and cripple him. But the situation remained the same as at the beginning, unchanged—no, it was even slightly worse. While he increased his combat power, his opponent did likewise. Moreover, his opponent managed to use every ounce of strength perfectly, with no waste and no insufficiency.
Moreover, Ling Chen had previously killed several thousand men; his strength should have been greatly depleted, with at least half of it exhausted. How could he still maintain such full combat power?
This boy's growth is too swift! Even if it costs him his own limbs today, he resolved to kill this boy at all costs.
"Fatal Fox!"
