C251 (2)

Lin Feng's rate of progression was unnaturally rapid. If one were to confront him, it would be imperative to take him down in a single strike; otherwise, they would face a fate similar to the Xia family's—irreversible ruin.

"Let's pinpoint his vulnerability before we strike. Alternatively, we can wait for him to leave the martial arena. There's no rush," Qin Lan drawled, lounging in her chair