Countless fists rained down on Long Yi, producing a resounding roar. In an instant, Long Yi's chest clothing was torn asunder! Smoldering! What speed! What power!
The onslaught came quickly, and it retreated just as swiftly. The siblings retreated, only to see Long Yi in tatters as well as a worried look on Ai Lin's face standing behind him.
"Cough! Cough! That was impressive." Long Yi coughed twice; his turbulent blood gradually calming down. He ripped off his smoldering coat and threw it on the ground, revealing his robust torso.
"Brother Long, are you okay?" Ai Lin asked softly.
"I'm fine." Long Yi flexed his chest, feeling no serious injury, before reassuming his fighting stance, speaking to his opponents.
"Apologies, I tend to have high defensive ability, which seems a bit unfair."
Frei smile: "Having high defense is a skill of its own, there's nothing to be apologetic about."