The next moment, Lin Kuang's palm clamped around the wrist of the young man before him. The youth's expression changed instantly. He hadn't expected Lin Kuang to be so formidable, grabbing his wrist in a mere instant. This was a terrible development for him. However, before the youth could make a move, Lin Kuang acted.
A powerful force surged from Lin Kuang's palm, sending the young man flying backward. The youth's face flushed red.
PFFT!
He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, his flushed face instantly turning deathly pale. At that moment, the middle-aged man also moved, placing a hand on the youth's back to steady and catch him.
"Young man, quite impressive strength. I admire it," Dong Wanchun said, looking at Lin Kuang.
Hearing this, Lin Kuang's brow furrowed. "From the ancient martial arts Dong Family?" he asked coolly.
At his words, a flicker of surprise crossed Dong Wanchun's face, seemingly taken aback that Lin Kuang knew of the Dong Family.
