"Youngster, have you gotten dazzled by now?"
The indifferent laughter of Zhuo Buyu came from all around.
Lin Feng's mouth curled slightly; indeed, he could not see his opponent, but he was not in a hurry at all. If he couldn't see, he wouldn't strike. He didn't believe that Zhuo Buyu could resist attacking, and he didn't believe that with such high-speed movement and no consumption of physical strength, the opponent could keep it up indefinitely.
Sure enough, at first, Zhuo Buyu wore a smug expression; it was just like this, who knows how many people he had toyed with using this tactic, before eventually being kicked off the platform by him.
He had originally thought Lin Feng would be the same, but who would have known that Lin Feng stood there like a wooden man, completely unaffected and showing no panic on his face.
"What does this mean?"
