"A mere Fourth Rank Martial Artist dares to compete with the bright moon's splendor?"
Lin Zhenghe, upon seeing Lu Weilong charging towards him, merely gave a cold smile, extended his palm, and pressed it towards the void.
Boom!
Suddenly, it was as if an invisible palm appeared in the void and heavily struck Lu Weilong's body.
Holy shit....
Lu Weilong's round body stumbled, almost smashing a human-shaped pit into the hard bluestone pavement.
He knew Martial Arts Grandmasters were strong, but he hadn't expected them to be this strong!
"Fatty, I heard you are pretty awesome?"
Lin Zhenghe stepped off the dais and looked down at Lu Weilong sprawled on the ground with a face full of arrogance.
In his eyes, a Fourth Rank Martial Artist was only slightly stronger than a common person.
However, he dared to slap his brother a hundred times in front of everyone.
Unforgivable!
Lin Zhenghe grabbed Lu Weilong by the collar and delivered a slap across his face.
"Slap!"
"Mr. Long?"
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