Chapter 209: Three Consecutive Strikes

In the face of Zhou Zhengquan's sudden "contraction," it was as if Lin Que had hit something that wasn't at all flesh but rather some artificial object. It felt like he had stepped into a trap.

His arm went soft. His entire being felt like a top being spun around. He shakily slid two steps to the side, using the Yin-Yang Twist to try and find some respite.

Zhou Zhengquan's entire body, as well as his qi and blood, had arrived at a point where he could strike in the blink of an eye. His swollen muscles and tendons seemed to burst through his skin like a volcanic explosion.

In this moment, Zhou Zhengquan somehow seemed like he was both several centimeters taller and several kilograms heavier.