Mo Xiaofei and Zhui Feng exchanged a glance, somewhat unsure of the two uncles' background.
"Um... you two uncles, did you get something wrong?" Mo Xiaofei stood up. "We're just passing through. We're not little masters."
Song Da, who claimed to be Song Qingshu, said seriously, "You two little masters don't need to hide it. Just now, my brother and I saw your miraculous lightness kung fu. It was truly astonishing!"
Mo Xiaofei froze... He had done his best to fly where there was no one around. He had also basically chosen to travel at night. Today, he had only planned to fly during the day because the road was all mountainous terrain—and sure enough, someone had seen him.
"To be honest, my brother and I also practice martial arts." Song Da, who claimed to be Song Qingshu Two, slowly exhaled and pressed his palm against the trunk of a large tree beside him.
The instant Song San's palm left the trunk, a clear palm print had been left behind—about one or two inches deep.
"Wow, how did you do that...?" Zhui Feng walked curiously up to the trunk and carefully examined the palm print.
With his demon-clan strength, smashing the tree apart would not have been difficult. The difficult part was that he had no way to leave a palm print with such a light press.
Song San looked rather pleased with himself and chuckled. "It's merely a little soft-palm technique. Compared to this little master's lightness kung fu, which lets him cross the air, it falls far short."
Martial arts experts?
Mo Xiaofei blinked. Since this world had demon clans like Zhui Feng, true dragons, and even a superpowered person like himself... not to mention that boss, it did not seem especially strange for martial arts experts to