Killing intent bore down on Lu Chen from three sides at once.
Lu Chen did not panic. He merely tapped the ground with one foot.
His Golden Ape Leg surged with power.
He shot straight up!
Whoosh!
His white robes billowed. He leaped like an ape into an ancient tree, then soared like a dragon into the sky.
Strengthened by the Flying Dragon Art, his Golden Ape Leg carried him more than ten feet into the air. His head nearly brushed the inn's ceiling, and dust from a beam swept through a few strands of his hair.
In the next instant, all three attacks missed.
Song Lie swept his saber across, shattering only tables and chairs.
Shen Zhong brought his short axe down, splitting a wooden table in two.
Mo Qianjun's sleeve blade stabbed through the spot where Lu Chen had stood, cutting only an afterimage.
Bang!
Lu Chen tapped a ceiling beam with his toes and folded back down.
He did not attack Mo Qianjun, the strongest of the three. He lunged straight at Song Lie.
Song Lie's expression changed.
"Bring it on!"
He swung his Golden Ring Saber upward, the rings on its spine jangling wildly.
Still in midair, Lu Chen twisted at the waist. His Flying Dragon Art erupted with the motion, letting him wrench himself clear of the blade and land beside Song Lie.
He threw a punch.
Azure Dragon Borrows Thunder!
Boom!
Thunderclap Force exploded. Both of Song Lie's arms went numb, and he nearly lost his grip on the saber.
Horror seized him.
After just one exchange, he could tell Lu Chen's punches were heavier than the rumors claimed.
But no sooner had Lu Chen forced Song Lie back than a vicious gust struck from behind.
Shen Zhong's short axe swept toward him.
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