"Brother Duan, what do we do? Uncle Ma runs so fast!"
Liu Chunmei had witnessed Ma Jiancheng's cruelty after he went berserk, while Wang Qingyan had gone pale with terror.
If Liu Chunmei had not forcibly dragged her along, she would have collapsed into a limp heap from fright long ago.
Seeing Ma Jiancheng closing in, Duan Xuan glanced at the red rope still dozens of meters away and hooked his left hand around Liu Chunmei's waist.
His right arm wrapped around Wang Qingyan's slender willow waist as the Broken Mountain Fist stance and Crouching Wolf Hide technique exerted force at the same time.
He widened the gap once more. Before Liu Chunmei and Wang Qingyan could blush or show any other shy reaction,
Duan Xuan spun on his feet and flung them viciously onto the treetop with both hands.
There, they could shelter from the rain and avoid becoming burdens during the fight.
The movement flowed in one breath. Duan Xuan withdrew his hand and clenched his fist, his five fingers forming a cone as he assumed the Mountain-Breaking Awl stance.
With a muffled thud, the two forces sent ripples of red and white spreading outward.
Duan Xuan staggered back three steps in quick succession. It felt as though a lump of blood had clogged his chest; he wanted to spit it out, but forcibly swallowed it down.
"An aura infinitely close to Transforming Force... how could it be this terrifying?" Duan Xuan lowered his body and spread his fighting stance.
But Ma Jiancheng had already lost all reason. Madness had seeped deep into his mind—where would he care about fist forms or stances?
Every attack came purely from instinct.
In theory, Duan Xuan remained calm in the face of danger, each move linking seamlessly into the next. His