Zheng Jin's mind, although somewhat muddled in its mysteriously excessive rage, was sober enough to come up with several plans of attack. It wasn't that hard for Zheng Jin either, as his training on both lifetimes had already been ingrained deep within him no matter how addled his brain might be.
Despite that, however, Zheng Jin couldn't help but feel unease as he saw Dan Yuan shake his kick off as if it was just a minor inconvenience. The power that Zheng Jin generated from his spirit energy was no joke too, so much so that he actually thought that his strike would, at the very least, dislocate Dan Yuan's arm.
"Not a bad strike for a junior," Dan Yuan said. He then raised his right arm—the one that Zheng Jin managed to hit—and spoke once more. "Your control over your own spirit energy i
