"Ye Weiyang?"
Hearing this powerful young man announce his name, Li Chi Mei could not help but furrow his brow, as though pondering where he had heard of such a person before. And what exactly was the relationship between this Ye Weiyang and the Ye Weiming he knew of?
But Ye Weiming clearly had no intention of giving him much time to think. Just as Li Chi Mei was finding the name "Ye Weiyang" both familiar and unfamiliar, Ye Weiming attacked again, holding his index and middle fingers together like a sword as he struck straight for Li Chi Mei's throat.
Swordless Style!
Having already witnessed Ye Weiming's prowess, Li Chi Mei naturally did not dare let down his guard in the slightest. He hurriedly focused and met the attack.
As they exchanged blows again, Li Chi Mei discovered that this Ye Weiming before him seemed even more difficult to deal with than Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng's palm force was certainly incomparably fierce, but the only thing Li Chi Mei truly feared was his set of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. With Li Chi Mei's abilities, as long as he responded carefully, it was nearly impossible for him to lose in a short time.
And once the battle dragged on and the poison within Xiao Feng's body erupted, the ultimate victor could only be Li Chi Mei.
But Ye Weiming was different. Aside from not being poisoned, this guy was fucking a hexagonal warrior, with an endless array of varied and dazzling moves. Fists, palms, claws, fingers, legs—he was proficient in all of them and masterful in every one. Any one of those techniques, taken alone, was enough to contend with Li Chi Mei. Once combined, they became fatal move after fatal move, killing intent at every step. At times, what