CLANG...
Zhao Lin stood with his legs slightly apart, body leaning forward. His arms swung rapidly, fists raining down on a steel-plated striking post.
The steel plate rang out clearly, the sound echoing through the basement.
He was currently at the First Layer of the Qi Realm. To enter the Wuxiang Institute, he had to defeat two disciples at the Third Layer of the Qi Realm in a row.
Sparring matches between sect members weren't fights to the death, so weapons were obviously forbidden. He could only rely on his fist and foot techniques.
Zhao Lin didn't have a reliable offensive Cultivation Technique yet. The Turtle Shell Force was purely for defense, and the Thunderbolt Finger was too slow to show results. Thus, he was seizing every moment to practice the Stone Roar Fist.
Otherwise, even if he had the upper hand in strength during the competition, his fists wouldn't be able to take the punishment.
