Old Ge, Then Ge Jinhu Falls Again (Please Subscribe)

"Six Harmonies Mind Boxing, Chen Yuan."

"Thunderbolt Swift Legs, Ge Jinhu."

As soon as the words fell, Ge Jinhu did not attack at once.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth twice over Chen Yuan's Three-Body Stance. He shifted half a step, then another half step, as though appraising a piece of porcelain that did not quite conform to the rules.

One of the Fang Family disciples watching could not help but sneer.

That old bastard had shouted his challenge so loudly just now, yet now that it was time to fight, he was dragging his feet.

Chen Yuan, however, did not smile.

His Three-Body Stance remained utterly motionless, his gaze locked on Ge Jinhu's shoulder socket.

When the shoulder moved, the leg moved. That was common sense.

Yet Ge Jinhu's shoulders had not moved at all.

He was waiting—waiting for Chen Yuan to move first, waiting for him to reveal an opening.

Unfortunately, he waited a full five breaths, but the young man opposite him stood like iron cast in a mold.

His forward hand formed Eagle Catch at the throat, his rear hand guarded his heart, his knees were slightly bent, and his center of gravity was steady. Even the rise and fall of his breathing had been suppressed to the bare minimum.

At last, Ge Jinhu stopped waiting.

His right foot suddenly snapped up, the instep taut, his toes stabbing at the crook behind Chen Yuan's front knee like a short spear.

This kick came both fast and hidden, with almost no advance motion from his upper body. His foot rose barely a foot off the ground, yet it carried a shrill whistle through the air.

The Point Kick of Thunderbolt Swift Legs, specially designed to break stances.

Chen Yuan raised his right