However, the wounds Lin Fu sustained did not seem to affect him much. His blood could be seen squirming, knitting together into silk-like threads, and his body quickly restored itself to its original state.
"Damn it, he recovered that fast?!" Lei Xuefeng cursed loudly. He had channeled his Daoist charms into that strike; no matter how strong an opponent was, suffering such a grievous wound should have at least caused them to flinch. Yet, Lin Fu did not even tremble. It was as if the injury—having half his body missing—was no more than a mosquito bite to him.
No, even a mosquito bite would make someone slap the insect and subconsciously twitch at the site of the sting. It was more like having a speck of dust land on one's clothes.
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