No Pressure (2)
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Lin Kun felt aggrieved.
Many of the tactics he had thought about during this period of time were based on the premise that Zhou Jing's strength did not change much from the last time they fought.
However, he did not expect Zhou Jing's physical fitness to increase by a large margin in just a month. His speed was much faster than last time.
Last time, they still could exchange blows. This time, he could not keep up with Zhou Jing's movements at all. Often, he would almost be stabbed in the blink of an eye!
What was even more infuriating was that Zhou Jing only attacked his thick skin and never his vital points.
If the last time was Zhou Jing playing around with him, this time was simply the latter making a fool out of him!
Lin Kun felt that his body and heart had been tainted, and his grief and indignation intertwined.
"Enough!"
He could not take it anymore and suddenly punched the ground. The ground rippled, forcing Zhou Jing back.