The Dragon Man's movement technique stalled.
A piece of armor on its body shattered, seeping a bright red color.
A flash of astonishment appeared in the Dragon Man's eyes.
It actually hit.
The opponent's punch was ever-changing, with no discernible move, precisely the Ghost God Fist Second Form.
Xin Lin punched and shattered the armor piece.
But just as she prepared to deliver another punch, she heard a crisp crackling sound from the shattered armor.
The broken armor suddenly contracted, trapping Xin Lin's fist within it.
"Looks like the Corpse King taught you boxing but didn't teach you about the Dragon Clan's incredibly strong physicality. Dream on if you think you can hurt me."
Within the Dragon Man, the burgeoning strength quickly transformed into Life Force, repairing the shattered piece of armor.
He grabbed Xin Lin's fist, caught within the armor.
His strength was astonishing; Xin Lin felt as if her bones were on the verge of being crushed.
