Chapter 509: Blood Spurted a Meter High
The Celestial Dragon Hotel covers an area of twelve thousand square meters, stands 35 stories tall, and has a total of 666 guest rooms. Every facility is well-equipped.
Not to mention, in this imperial city where every inch of land is incredibly valuable, just the price of the land itself can be quite astonishing.
The rooftop of the Celestial Dragon Hotel is one hundred and twenty-five meters high, not only offering a view over the entire imperial city but also allowing one to see many unevenly tall skyscrapers.
In comparison with this iron jungle, Lin Tian feels that humans are so insignificant, momentarily losing focus until the cool night breeze blows by, bringing him back to his senses.
This rooftop is actually quite large, very large. Sparring here, barring any accidents, won’t lead to falling off.
The moon tonight is also very bright, even without lights you can clearly see the surroundings.
"Kid, if you regret now, I can spare you from a beating. It’s not too late to admit defeat," Wang Yi said.
"Hmph, why is there so much nonsense coming from you?" Lin Tian mocked.
Wang Yi’s expression immediately turned ugly, snorting heavily, and his eyes stared at Lin Tian like a leopard hunting, as if Lin Tian was his prey.
"Both of you come at me together."
Lin Tian pointed at Wang Lin standing off to the side, with an indifferent demeanor, not taking the two of them seriously at all.
"What did you say?" Wang Yi and Wang Lin said in unison.
This guy is too arrogant, right? One is already more than enough to crush you, why insist on calling two? These days young people really love self-torture?
"Can’t understand human language, huh? Both together. Then sign the acquisition contract, don’t waste time," Lin Tian said with a yawn, looking completely unconcerned.
Wang Yi was very angry, but he forcibly suppressed the anger. He didn’t know why, but when talking to this kid Lin Tian, that feeling of rage easily rose to his head.
Wang Daoran smiled at the corner of his mouth, saying to Wang Yi and Wang Lin, "Just indulge his request, anyway we’re not losing out."
Wang Yi nodded, "Makes sense, Lin, let’s just play with him."
Wang Lin’s mouth slightly upturned, showing a harmless smile.
But Lin Tian knows this guy who talks little and is about the same age as himself is very dangerous. Because his gaze is very cold, there is a saying that the dog that doesn’t bark bites.
"Uncle, let me handle this guy, you can rest on the side."
After speaking, Wang Lin’s right toe rubbed the ground, and then his whole body shot out, jumping two meters high, as if he had springs under his feet.
His speed was very fast, Bai Shishi and others couldn’t see how he bounced out. In just two blinks of an eye, the distance with Lin Tian was shortened.
Lin Tian’s pupils suddenly shrank, a bad premonition arising in his heart.
Damn, underestimated the opponent!
Wang Lin moved so fast, under the bright moonlight he became a gray shadow.
Next, Wang Lin maneuvered to the side, just like a gray ghost, lightly landing behind Lin Tian and simultaneously delivering a palm strike.
Wang Lin aimed this palm strike at Lin Tian’s spine, confident that with one blow he could break Lin Tian’s spine, relegating him to a life in a wheelchair.
Lin Tian underestimated, Wang Lin also underestimated.
Lin Tian quickly realized Wang Lin’s intention, slightly dodging his palm while swinging out a palm of his own.
Lin Tian didn’t hold back this palm strike at all, using fifty percent of his Spiritual Qi. You should know fifty percent of Spiritual Qi is enough to demolish a wall, without causing harm to oneself.
If Wang Lin were an ordinary person, Lin Tian wouldn’t have used even one-tenth because it could easily kill someone with a single strike.
Spiritual Qi is just that powerful.
Boom!
The two palms collided, a dull thud echoed, audible to those standing nearby watching.
In an instant, a huge force was transmitted to their arms, the palms of both turned bright red as if the blood all gathered together.
Faced with this reverberated force, Wang Lin’s expression changed greatly, his body like a kite with broken strings flew backward, landing two meters away.
In contrast, Lin Tian felt his hand numb from the force, a bit aching. However, once Spiritual Qi circulated, his arm returned to normal. But he also took a step back before he could steady.
"Oh, you seem quite capable. You only flew two meters and didn’t cough blood," Lin Tian praised.
Lin Tian’s praise reached Wang Lin’s ears; he felt it was mockery, ridicule, and teasing!
Can this be tolerated? No!
Slapping the ground with his palm, his whole body flipped and stood up, using the force again, his body shot out.
This time, instead of directly charging at Lin Tian, like a grasshopper, he kept jumping, circling around Lin Tian’s body.
Wang Yi’s expression turned from relaxed to solemn, seeing Wang Lin’s continuous jumps his face was already showing an incredible look. He leaned toward Wang Daoran, asking, "Who exactly is this Lin Tian? Did you investigate thoroughly?"
In front of Wang Yi, Wang Daoran showed no air of a chairman at all, nodding repeatedly, "Investigated, he’s just a country boy who later surpassed the college entrance exam."
Wang Yi’s brows furrowed, murmuring, "Rural? Then how come... Is he a grassroots Loose Cultivator? Impossible..."
Unable to figure it out, Wang Yi could only continue watching the spar between the two, hoping to glean some clues.
Lin Tian felt dizzy from watching him, becoming impatient, "Hey, are you a flea or something? Aren’t you tired from jumping continuously, can you rest for a bit? Shall we arm wrestle?"
If Wang Lin could speak now, he would certainly say: You*&%￥@
But now he couldn’t, let alone speak, he couldn’t even breathe. He was gathering strength, with each jump, his legs’ strength and speed increased, and when they reach the peak, he was confident he could defeat Lin Tian in one move.
This tactic seems troublesome, but is actually very practical, besides he jumps so fast, under the bright moonlight, appearing only as a gray shadow.
Finally, the last increase was completed. His legs filled with power, he jumped high.
Swish...
A gray shadow leaped ten meters high then fiercely descended, a foot aimed at Lin Tian’s chest.
Lin Tian sneered disdainfully, stepping sideways twice, thinking he could dodge the kick, but Wang Lin, like a homing missile, landed straight down.
Lin Tian’s expression became stern, it was too late to dodge, he quickly mustered the Spiritual Qi from the "Tyrant Emperor’s Record" throughout his body, finally concentrating on his right fist.
With close observation, a very thin layer of mist could be seen on his fist.
Finally, Wang Lin descended, all his strength concentrated in his right foot.
At the same time, Lin Tian’s right fist shot out from his waist!
Boom!
Right fist and right foot collided.
To everyone’s surprise, Lin Tian still only took a step back, while Wang Lin... had already flown out.
Wang Lin felt a massive force traveling from the sole of his foot to his head, then his head swelled and he lost consciousness.
Wang Lin’s body flew more than ten meters, crashing heavily on the ground, spitting a mouthful of blood over a meter high.