C191 Battle Against Lin Sheng

Lin Sheng stood ready, fists clenched, as an ominous black light shimmered over his knuckles, with tiny bolts of black lightning skittering across his hands.

The spectators gasped in awe. "That's Elder Lin's low-grade, high-quality Spiritual Skill, the Black Light Fist! He's not holding back his signature move!"

"Once Elder Lin's fists are imbued with that black light