Although Fan Shirong was arrogant, conceited, and disdainful, he was not a complete fool. That single punch made it clear that Lin Kuang had been deliberately feigning weakness. The man before him now was displaying his true power.
Since Lin Kuang concealed his strength to lure me here, it is obvious he wants to kill me! A flash of terror crossed Fan Shirong's face; after all, he did not want to die.
Just then, Lin Kuang charged forward again. He threw another punch, a terrifying fist that smashed directly toward Fan Shirong's head. With his back against a tree, Fan Shirong's expression changed drastically. The next moment, he gritted his teeth, circulating the True Qi in his body to dodge the fist at the last possible second. Simultaneously, his left foot snapped out in a kick aimed at Lin Kuang's lower back. Had it connected, the blow would have been devastating.
