Lin Tian shrugged his shoulders, seemingly indifferent: "A loss is a loss!"
Bai Tianlong, seeing Lin Tian didn't argue, looked at Long who was still lying on the ground: "Someone, take Long to the hospital!"
Lin Tian explained: "No need, I controlled the force of my kick just now. It'll hurt, but it won't cripple him!"
The Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt, to put it simply, is a form of Hard Qi Gong, relying on the whole body's muscles to ward off harm.
The idea of Long letting Lin Tian make three moves was out of confidence, thinking he had nothing to fear, but Lin Tian is someone who doesn't play by the rules!
Why should I hit the hard spot?
Instead, I'll hit the soft spot.
"Someone, carry Long out!"
Bai Tianlong gave Lin Tian a meaningful look. If he thought Lin was using dirty tricks before, now it seems Lin was doing it on purpose.
Bai Shishi, standing by, asked, "What if he doesn't pass the test?"
