Chapter 13 The Invaluable Black Pot In the woods, Zhang Tianhu strode forward with the speed and power of a dragon, his iron fist, like a shooting star, slamming down with tremendous force. Martial Master-level true energy tore through the air, whistling through the air.
Thump!
The expected splattering of blood didn't happen. Instead, he jolted violently, a pain in his fist comparable to breaking bones.
Enduring the excruciating pain, Zhang Tianhu looked up in surprise. Before him was a flat-bottomed black pot, the size of a washbasin. The pot was completely black, covering Lin Hao's face, and a long handle was gripped in Lin Hao's hand. His fist had struck the bottom of the pot squarely.
There was no time to think about how Lin Hao had conjured a black pot to block his iron fist.
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