The towering Li Linfeng, with a bear-like back and waist, had already stood up. Nearly one meter ninety in height, he stood a full head above Shen Qing, looking down at him, exerting immense pressure.
Shen Qing even had the illusion that what stood before him was not a person, but a wall.
Li Linfeng asked in a deep voice, "Have you trained before?"
"I've practiced some Nine Skills."
"To what level?"
"I can already feel a warm Qi Sensing in my Dantian."
"Really? Have you nurtured Qi-Blood?"
Li Linfeng's gaze swept over Shen Qing, and suddenly, the corners of his mouth lifted into an intrigued smile, as if suddenly interested.
He clasped his hands into claws, and in a swift motion, like catching wind or grabbing shadows, he gripped Shen Qing's arms, pulling outward.
The action was so quick, as fast as a storm, that Shen Qing couldn't react at all.