Fighting against A Cultivator

"Mad man, truly a mad man crazy about martial arts!" The long-robed man screamed in misery, no longer as calm and collected as before.

Every time they fought, he couldn't injure Feng Lin and felt like his fists and legs were ramming into a steelboard, injuring himself.

Strength overcomes everything!

Moreover, in all martial arts under the sky, speed was the essence of the game.

No matter how profound the moves of this long-robed man were, his speed and strength were both inferior to Feng Lin.

Feng Lin displayed his superiority. He circled around and launched his attacks like a flood of mercury water, with a rhythm so perfect his opponent didn't even have the space to breathe.

After-images were created from his movements, from one to ten, completely surrounding the long-robed man, making it so that the long-robed man couldn't escape.