C39 Taunt
Lin Yan stretched out his right leg and leaned forward, his blood reaching a boiling frenzy within him. His arm's veins twisted wildly as dense steam billowed around him, nearly shrouding half his body in a white mist. Only his striking fist remained clearly visible to Hong Quan.
"Not this move again. Didn't you learn from your last crushing defeat?"
A cold smile played on Hong Quan's lips
