1503 Limit Douluo’s Strength

'How is that okay?"

Lan Fozi was bewildered as she looked at the boy clad in golden battle armor, glistening in splendour, descending from the sky. She could not help feeling stunned by the sight. 

'How can his battle armor be so elaborate, thick and heavy? It doesn't seem to be ordinary three-word battle armor!'

Tang Wulin was not in very good condition at the moment. Blood seeped out from his mouth and nose, while his arms were trembling ever so slightly. It was apparent that Tang Wulin had put great effort into withstanding that strike because he was clearly injured by the blow. 

"Senior is very skillful," said Tang Wulin to the old man respectfully. 

The more he clashed with this old man, the more he realized how awesome the man's ability. 

Tang Wulin did not try to confront toughness with toughness when he withstood the man's attack for the second time. In reality, he used his skills in such a way that even the old man was tricked.