If Yi Lin had the leisure to pay attention to Justice Pan at this moment, he might mistakenly think that Little Pan Zheng had logged back in and was gloating while spectating.
Unfortunately, Yi Lin was too busy for that.
All his attention was focused on the wretched old man before him.
Every move of Mo Ren Di was naturally flowing, as if it was a work of nature.
It seemed ordinary, but between each action, an irresistible strength erupted.
Pressed against the wall by the inertia of that punch, Yi Lin stuck there for a few seconds before sliding down to the floor.
[Life Value] 41%.
What seemed to be a rather ordinary punch had Instantly taken away more than half of Yi Lin's Life Value.
And that was when Yi Lin had just barely managed to block it.
Yi Lin's face was expressionless.
He stood up again.
One arm hung down, bending at a weird angle at the forearm, looking extremely pitiful.