Not So Fast!

Zhao Qingfeng was dazed as he stared at Ling Han, and his expression was as strange as could be.

In his memory, Ling Han's battle prowess was only at a similar level to his. It was only because Ling Han's defensive ability was slightly more powerful that he had lost during their previous battle. Apart from that, he had possessed countless opportunities to defeat Ling Han during their first battle.

This time, however, the gulf between their battle prowess was astonishing.

He had unleashed his pinnacle attack, yet Ling Han had blocked it with just one finger. Moreover, he was extremely calm and composed, and it was as if he were simply battling against some random dog or cat.

This caused him to think of Yan Xianlu. Before Yan Xianlu had advanced to the fifth severance, he had also been as weak and fragile as could be before him. What supreme prodigy? He was nothing but an insect.

Was this brat going to become the second Yan Xianlu?