Gelu's Flaw

Dragon's Might!

First Wild!

Second Wild!

Third Wild!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ..."

Ye Weiming struck in anger, exchanging seven palms with this fellow named Gelu in one breath.

However, due to the vast gap in levels and attributes between them, not only did Ye Weiming gain no advantage from the exchange, but Gelu's powerful palm force dealt him a series of Crushing Damage hits.

The damage from all seven palms combined had knocked off around 20,000 of Ye Weiming's vitality.

That was already equivalent to a quarter of Ye Weiming's current Vitality Limit!

This couldn't go on.

After the seventh exchange, Ye Weiming frowned and used the recoil to drift backward. At the same time, Sanskrit chants rose around him as he called out, "Sword Summon!"

"Clang!"

Amid a sharp sword cry, the Blood-Draining Sunset Sword shot out of the scabbard on his back and soared into the air!

Then, with another "clang!," it lodged firmly into the beam above his head, utterly motionless.

This was damn awkward!

"Hahahaha..." Seeing Ye Weiming strike in fury only to create such a ridiculous blunder, Gelu laughed heartily before saying, "Foolish brat, are you trying to make me laugh myself to death so you can seize the secret manual of my Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill?"

The same Chinese words sounded far more crisp and natural coming from Gelu's mouth, without the slightest trace of a stiff foreign accent.

Seeing Ye Weiming suffer a setback, Sanyue and Mu Ran immediately moved to reinforce him.

A pair of poisonous palms and a massive sword struck toward Gelu's vital points together.

However, it was completely useless.

After just one exchange, Sanyue was forced back by Gelu's palm attacks, which were as swift as afterimages.

Mu Ran was even worse off.

A specialist in direct, hard-hitting clashes,