Lin Fan shook his slightly sore arm and said, "Let's go again!"
"Hmm?"
Zhao Yong looked at Lin Fan somewhat surprised and asked, "You still don't plan to admit defeat even now?"
Lin Fan suddenly laughed and said, "I came here to challenge you and planned to defeat you. If I were to admit defeat so easily, wouldn't that be a joke?"
"Good, very good!"
Zhao Yong said, "It seems like you won't relent until you see the coffin, right? Since that's the case, I'll fulfill your wish!"
As he spoke, Zhao Yong made his move again!
The spear in his hand changed techniques endlessly, enveloping Lin Fan from all directions with one thrust after another.
But Lin Fan, the rascal, showed no sign of fear at all, continuously striking with his Sky Breaking Divine Spear, clashing against Zhao Yong's strikes without hesitation.
In every clash, Lin Fan was always on the back foot.
Looking at the current situation, Lin Fan would soon be defeated.
But…
