As Jing Lin flew through the air, he raised one hand to the side of his face while extending the other straight forward.
As the distance between them closed rapidly, his outstretched hand, which at first seemed to be some distance from Chen Chuan, suddenly shot forward. The muscles in his arm rippled, and it abruptly extended, reaching right for Chen Chuan's throat.
But just then, Chen Chuan flickered forward, dodging the hand by a hair's breadth. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Jing Lin, his timing and rhythm impeccable.
A smug smile appeared on Jing Lin's face. As Chen Chuan closed in, his mouth suddenly split open with a sickening tear, the gash stretching all the way to his ears. Revealing the sharp teeth within, he lunged forward to bite Chen Chuan.
But the moment he moved, a fist carrying immense force slammed into his abdomen. An explosive burst of Power surged into his body.
