Luo Zhen's strength was stronger than what Su Xin had imagined.
Su Xin speculated that he had already unblocked more than seventy acupoints, and he was fast approaching the intermediate postnatal level!
"Kid, no wonder Dai Chong died in your hands. His death was indeed not in vain." Admiration flickered in Luo Zhen's eyes.
Although he was currently suppressing Su Xin, Su Xin's defense was as impenetrable as a rock, albeit slightly at a disadvantage.
Taking into account Su Xin's current age, Luo Zhen didn't feel proud at all.
His years of martial arts practice were longer than Su Xin's age, and he couldn't defeat him after dozens of moves, which was not something to be proud of.
At this point in the battle, an intense desire to fight had grown in Luo Zhen's heart. He roared aloud, his Refined Iron Spear suddenly thrusting out, its tip jabbing continuously in a small area five times, like a flood dragon springing from the sea, snapping at Su Xin!