"How do we fight?"
Xu Feng looked at Blood Hand.
Blood Hand rolled his neck and pushed up the sleeves of his dark red robe. "Straight to the point. We'll stop short of hurting each other. No weapons, just fists and feet.
"If you win, I'll let you go without another word.
"If you lose, have a cup of tea with me and answer a few questions honestly."
Xu Feng said nothing. He merely spread his feet slightly, lowered his center of gravity, and let his hands hang naturally before him, one ahead of the other.
A breeze stirred the slag on the ground, rolling it past his feet with a faint rustle against the compacted surface.
Blood Hand grinned and silently took a step forward.
The slag beneath his foot silently sank into a footprint. An invisible pressure crushed the loose stones around its edges into powder.
Then he vanished from where he stood.
At that moment, Blood Hand's enormous frame displayed agility utterly at odds with his size.
Like a pouncing predator, he appeared before Xu Feng in an instant, driving his right fist forward from his waist.
There was nothing fancy about the angle. It went straight for the centerline.
Before the fist arrived, its pressure swept all the loose hair on Xu Feng's forehead backward.
Several fine cracks silently spread through the compacted slag beneath his feet.
The power of a peak Moon God erupted!!
Facing the punch, Xu Feng stepped diagonally forward and left with his left foot, rotating his body forty-five degrees around his waist.
With that slight turn, Blood Hand's fist skimmed past his chest.
In that instant, Xu Feng's right hand shot diagonally upward from below, his fingers pressed together into a knife-hand that sliced toward the inside of Blood Hand's wrist.