The King of the Wheel attacked relentlessly, but Lin Han was forced to steadily retreat.
At first, the King of the Wheel thought he had the upper hand, and a thick sense of smugness colored his face.
But a moment later, he realized something was wrong.
Because although Lin Han was retreating step by step, every punch he threw had been blocked with unshakable stability.
Despite his pathetic defense, Lin Han remained completely unscathed.
'How is this possible!'
'He's just a Grandmaster. How can he possibly withstand a Martial King's barrage of attacks like this?'
He started to grow nervous.
At this moment, however, Lin Han had finally grasped the King of the Wheel's attack frequency. His defense gradually became effortless.
Finally, a flicker of boredom appeared in his eyes. His own speed was getting faster and faster, while the King of the Wheel's was getting slower and slower. In the end, the King of the Wheel's attacks seemed as slow as a tortoise.
