As Elder Lin rapidly retreated, two silver needles shot out from his hands. Friedrich, who was on guard, easily intercepted them with a wave of his arm. At the same time, a few more silver needles appeared in Elder Lin's hand. This time, instead of throwing them at the enemy, he tossed them into the air, and all the needles hovered in the air, turned around, and then embedded themselves into the major acupuncture points around Elder Lin's body.
"Hah!" Elder Lin let out a fierce shout. His originally emaciated figure rapidly expanded like a balloon being inflated as his wide sleeves fluttered. Raising his arms, he flung off his heavy cloak and threw a punch to meet Friedrich's incoming fist.
