Tian Yaozong's spine, like a taut hard bow, suddenly pressed downward, his right knee nearly touching the ground.
His left palm turned over and pressed toward the ground, while his right fist drew back beside his ear. Veins on his fist edge coiled like earthworms, and his joints ground together with crisp crackling sounds.
He looked like a hawk swooping straight at its prey, one hand seeming ready to lock onto Chen Qing's throat while the other guarded his chest, both defensive and poised to strike at any opening.
This was the opening stance of the Wind-breaking Hand, Falcon Beak Sinks Abyss.
Chen Qing withdrew his right foot half a step, his heel grinding three inches into the mud. His knees bent slightly like a drawn bow, yet his spine hung like a lazy python, his shoulder blades slowly spreading to either side.
The two faced off for several breaths as everyone around them watched with bated breath.
The next instant, Tian Yaozong stomped hard with his left foot. Mud exploded as his body shot forth like a tightly compressed spring.
His right hand formed a blade with its fingers, stabbing straight at Chen Qing's throat. Before his fingertips even arrived, the biting gale of his Internal Force had already raised fine bumps across Chen Qing's skin.
Chen Qing reacted with lightning speed. His left arm snapped and trembled, his five fingers pressed together like a venomous snake raising its head. With Spirit Snake Probes Path, he jabbed at the Quchi Acupoint on his opponent's wrist!
Hiss!
His fingertips sliced through the air with a sharp whistling shriek, cold Hidden Strength piercing in three inches ahead of his flesh.
Tian Yaozong felt as though his entire right arm had been pierced by a barrage of icy needles, his Qi and