"Senior, you misunderstand. It should be that he wasn't taking it too seriously and didn't want to get tangled up with me." Wei He replied, "To be honest, I also practice a Leg Skill. That lets me deflect quite a bit of force through my speed."
"You also practice a Leg Skill?"
Before the words had even faded, You Zhuang suddenly closed in. His hand resembled the sharp beak of a bird as it viciously pecked toward Wei He's right shoulder.
Wei He had been prepared. He activated the Huishan Fist and Overturning Rain Imprint, meeting him head-on with a punch.
Unexpectedly, the other man's hand twisted, changing direction with ease before suddenly accelerating from another angle.
That burst of speed was far beyond that of a Three-Blood Martial Artist. Not even an afterimage could be seen.
Whoosh.
You Zhuang's right hand hung before Wei He's left shoulder, utterly still.
"Not bad. Your blood and vitality truly surpass those of ordinary people by quite a bit. Your reactions are quick as well." He nodded in assessment.
"But next time, remember not to clash head-on. If Xiao Heng had truly set his heart on killing you, you would certainly die within ten moves."
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior." Wei He nodded, though cold sweat had already soaked his body.
If the other man had truly struck just then, even if Wei He did not die, he would have been grievously injured.
This You Zhuang was immensely powerful. At the very least, he was an Entering Force Martial Master. Compared with Xiao Heng just now, he was more than a level stronger—his depths impossible to fathom.
Even if Wei He added the burst of blood and vitality from the Five Ridges Palm, it would be useless. The gap was simply too