Sun Tao's Tiger Subduing Fist was fierce and biting, brimming with killing intent. Though its power was far inferior to Qian Fu's, who had cultivated internal force, it was exceptionally pure and orthodox.
Xiang Yang's Hu Family Saber was already an exquisite blade art. Supplemented by Xiang Yang's meager internal force, it became even more powerful and unfathomable, with murderous intent concealed amid the saber light.
One attacked the upper body while the other struck at the lower body. Both unleashed killing moves with all their strength, and Qian Fu found himself hard-pressed to fend them off. He could block Sun Tao's iron fists, but could not attend to Xiang Yang's Eight Directions Hidden Saber. With several tearing sounds, two fountains of blood burst from the backs of his knees, and he collapsed involuntarily.
At this point, Qian Fu was finished. He could only glare venomously at Xiang Yang and Sun Tao. Especially Sun Tao—Qian Fu hated him even more than he hated Xiang Yang.
No matter what, Xiang Yang was avenging his father. Though it was unlawful, it was only right and proper, so Qian Fu accepted it. But Sun Tao, that turncoat, had betrayed his own senior brother for fame and profit. He was truly a petty villain. If possible, Qian Fu wished he could trade one life for one and kill Sun Tao outright.
"Constable Xiang, since Qian Fu bears the blood feud of your father's death, you should strike first. I will follow with a punch to leave a mark."
Once Qian Fu fell, Sun Tao was the first to stop. He frowned and spoke softly.
The veins on his hands behind his back bulged as they trembled without pause. Clearly, Qian Fu's internal force had sent a backlash through him, stirring his blood and qi