This time, Ye Weiming appeared to have truly turned over a new leaf. He assumed the stance of "Tai Chi Fist" and slowly, unhurriedly advanced toward A Er.
Yet facing Ye Weiming like this, A Er did not dare lower his guard in the slightest.
A San's bloody corpse lay nearby, and the unforgettable lesson reminded him that if he made even one mistake and gave his opponent an opening, A San's fate would be his own!
Under this extreme terror, A Er continued to maintain a defensive stance as Ye Weiming approached, not daring to make the slightest rash move.
As Ye Weiming drew ever closer, cold sweat began to stream down A Er's forehead.
But the more this happened, the less he dared act rashly.
At that moment, the back of Ye Weiming's hand was about to touch his palm. With a perfectly natural turn, it seemed to be the Cloud Hands of Tai Chi, but three fingers had already reached for his pulse point.
A Er was greatly alarmed, realizing he had fallen for Ye Weiming's trick. He hurriedly lifted his left palm and struck toward Ye Weiming's wrist.
Yet Ye Weiming seemed to have been electrocuted. He abruptly withdrew his hand with such speed that even A Er saw only an afterimage. A Er's upward palm strike naturally hit nothing but air.
Immediately afterward, A Er felt a powerful gale rush at his face. Ye Weiming's long-prepared killing move had finally been unleashed!
Accompanied by an explosive roar.
Ye Weiming's right fist came crashing down from above at A Er's face.
Bane Lan Chui!
Ye Weiming's punch was too fast and too sudden. A Er had no time to make a more effective response and could only instinctively raise both hands, swinging his palms up to