There was also a lot of discussion among the crowd at Elder Zhao’s words.
“It’s too exaggerated, isn’t it, the number of five fingers, could it be that we have no one in Da Qu?”
What this person did not know was that the scope of what Elder Zhao was talking about was not Da Qu, but the whole area of Southeast Asia.
“I also think it’s a bit exaggerated.”
“You laymen, what do you know about hammers, what is the status and body of Old Master Zhao that he needs to come and swindle us.
And you son look, those black granite floors, even a cannonball blast can’t hit this effect.”
This he said so, several other people also woke up, and had a new view in their hearts about Lin Mo’s martial arts attainment.
At the scene of the battle, the sparring between the old man and the young man did not end there.
After testing Lin Mo’s strength, Old Man Zhao looked worriedly at the latter’s blood-covered arm.
“How do you raise it, still capable of fighting again?
I haven’t seen your Thirty-Six Scattered Hands yet.”
Lin Mo’s face was relaxed as he shook off his arm, “It’s nothing serious, it won’t affect it!”
After saying that he took out the golden ointment he had developed and applied it to his entire arm one by one.
“Alright, old man, let’s continue.”
It had been a long time since he had left the capital and he hadn’t sparred with a clan master, and now he had a rare opportunity to see just how far he still had to go before he was a clan master.
He moved his arm, it was still red but it didn’t affect the fight at all anymore.
“Let’s do it again, old master.”
After lifting his voice and drinking, he once again took the lead in attacking, this time he no longer used his dark energy and fought Old Master Zhao entirely with strokes from his fists and feet.
As soon as he struck, the speed of his moves exceeded the limits of what the spectators could follow with their naked eyes, and all that could be seen were streaks of shadow, weaving between the two.
Only more terrifying was Elder Zhao, everyone could only see him standing silently in place, looking like there were no moves at all, but Lin Mo’s lightning fast moves were all pawned off one by one.
“It’s so fast that people like us can’t even see it.”
“Is this the strength of a sect master expert? If I were to go on, I wouldn’t even be able to sustain a single round, right?”
“He’s f*cking thinking of fart eating, people are plucking a nose hair to poke is you if Old Master Zhao has a mind to, and still engage in a fight.”
However, the more powerful Master Zhao is, the more the measurement aspect can reflect Lin Mo’s uncommon, although Zhao Lao has the element of holding back, but Li’s previous move on the terrifying boxing, plus now the fast as thunder move speed, has far refreshed everyone’s perception.
However, as the person involved, Lin Mo was really suffering at this moment, Zhao Nan Yue, this bad old man was very bad.
Although Lin Mo could barely see the trajectory of the old man’s moves and could barely block a few of them, he could not resist his opponent’s terrifying strength.
Every time his fists and palms clashed, Lin Mo felt his arms tingling.
Moreover, no matter how much he retreated, Old Man Zhao stuck to him, not giving any chance to catch his breath.
Even though he had used his hands, feet, elbows, knees and every other joint in his body that could be used as an offensive weapon, he still could not resist Zhao Lao’s rapid attacks.
So while it looked like Lin Mo was attacking like crazy and Zhao Lao was defending methodically, in reality it was the old man who was beating Lin Mo.
The bad old man is very bad! Must be getting back at me for just knocking him back half a step, really! Little! What a pity!
When Lin Mo was distracted, he suddenly felt a huge force coming from his chest, almost making him spurt out a mouthful of blood.
But even so, the burning pain in his chest, stimulated Lin Mo’s face are a little blue, the hands are really hard.