"It seems Brother Lin Tian doesn't know Qinggong, he might be at a disadvantage fighting on the iron chains." The Ancient Martial Artists by the shore murmured softly.
"It is indeed strange, even we, ordinary Ancient Martial Artists, know some rudimentary Qinggong techniques." The other Ancient Martial Artists were also very puzzled.
Little did they know, Lin Tian was not an Ancient Martial Artist at all, but a zombie. Quick in speed and tremendous in strength, but he simply couldn't do Qinggong. His fast running and high jumping relied purely on his immense strength.
"Miss Tang, do I pass the trial if I take three moves from you?" Lin Tian stood steadily on the iron chain, and asked.
"Anyone can pass, except you." Tang Muling said coldly, then turned to leave.
Damn, what's going on? Not even giving a chance for the trial, just directly denied? Lin Tian, looking displeased, said: "What's the meaning of this, Miss Tang? Even passing a death sentence needs a reason."
