Compared with a vicious wolf, a leopard was more than a notch faster.
What was more, these two leopards worked together with uncanny understanding. One attacked from the left, the other from the right, and they kept switching positions in the middle, making it impossible to discern their attack routes.
Whoosh!
Li Yan only saw a blur before his eyes.
Two blasts of fetid wind lunged at him, one following close behind the other.
Good heavens!
Li Yan shuddered as well, every pore on his body standing on end.
The leopards moved so fast that he could not see the weak points at their necks and bellies at all.
If he rashly drew his blade, even if he struck true, one swipe from the beasts after they closed in could rip him open.
Yet he could not dodge, because Wang Dao Xuan was right behind him.
Sensing the direction of the fetid wind, Li Yan bent backward. His spine seemed to transform into a great dragon before suddenly tightening. With force surging through his right foot in midair, he unleashed Kui Xing Kicks the Dipper Backwards.
Kui Xing was the god in charge of literary fortune. His statue was often depicted standing on one foot atop the head of a giant turtle, signifying being the sole victor in the imperial examinations.
Among the Ten Great Forms of Red Fist was Kui Xing Kicks the Dipper, which imitated that divine statue.
Li Yan's Kui Xing Kicks the Dipper Backwards, however, had his entire body turning upside down, like a bicycle kick in soccer, though the force rose from below upward.
At the same time, Hidden Strength erupted throughout his body.
Bang!
A thunderous boom rang out. Li Yan felt his right leg tremble as though he had kicked a rubber tire.