"You—!"
After the flesh on his shoulders was torn off, the old man let out a blood-curdling scream, staring with bloodshot eyes as blood gushed from his shoulders.
His already thin body looked even more emaciated and terrifying.
"You've had your fun," Lin Zifeng sneered twice before lifting his leg and ruthlessly smashing it toward the Ghost Hand old man's abdomen.
The old man's wits were already scattered at this point, the flesh on his shoulders completely torn off by Lin Zifeng's ferocious hands, causing him so much pain he nearly fainted on the spot.
"Pop—!"
Lin Zifeng's kick sent the old man's frail body flying into the air!
As the boxing ring's spectators gasped in shock, Lin Zifeng's footsteps blurred, his figure ghostly as he circled the ring. Before the old man had even fully landed, Lin Zifeng pushed off the ground with the tip of his foot, his body soaring like a cannonball. He then harshly swung his thigh like a long whip toward the old man's chest.
"Bang—!"