Fish Bait, Betrayal

"What the hell do you mean?!"

When he heard Li Yan's words, Zhang Tiankui bristled at once.

As he dragged him to his feet, Li Yan was still holding his hand.

The man was like a startled leopard. His spine jolted violently, muscles surging all over his body. His palm clamped around Li Yan's wrist like an iron vise, then he spun with the momentum and hoisted Li Yan into the air across his shoulders.

Zhang Tiankui had inherited the Cang Prefecture Wrestling King's techniques and fused them with the dock coolies' kung fu from his own gang, creating the Seventy-Two Dragon Capture Wrestling Moves and Hai River Eighteen Trips. Their principle was "taking the earth for a river and a man for a boat."

His spine was different from an ordinary person's, and the ferocity of his martial power was second only to Wu Ba's.

This was his signature killing move, Capsizing Boat Style.

Once he had subdued someone, he would use his waist as an axis and smash them against his knee. Even an iron anchor as thick as a bowl could be shattered by it.

Li Yan, however, remained utterly calm. The Soul Hooking Chain shot from his wrist with a howl.

Zhang Tiankui's spirit-invoking technique had already been broken by Wu Ba, leaving him powerless to resist.

Almost instantly, his entire body stiffened, and his vision plunged into darkness.

Li Yan had spoken in a very low voice. Thus, to outsiders, it looked as though Zhang Tiankui had suddenly launched a sneak attack, while Li Yan performed a Leap of the Falcon in midair. The Silk Winding Hand around his wrist twisted with the motion, and by the time he landed, he had already wrenched Zhang Tiankui's arm and pinned him to the ground.

"Excellent kung