This prevented Lin Bocan from exerting his full strength, forcing him into a continuous retreat, his face etched with gravity.
Every strike of Chu Tianhe’s was delivered with full force, a relentless downpour of blows. A single hit would be enough to kill or cripple Lin Bocan. Yet, this airtight barrage of punches was not without its drawbacks. After all, each punch required maximum effort, and the speed at which they landed, akin to a violent rainstorm, exacted a heavy toll.
"Chu Tianhe, I can hear your muscles crying out in agony," Lin Bocan sneered, sensing the distress radiating from Chu Tianhe’s body. "How much longer can you keep this up?"
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