The figure came without a sound. Only when it was within a few yards of them did it suddenly accelerate.
Duan Xuan sensed it first. He grabbed Liu Tie by the collar and pulled him back.
He stepped forward, and his blood and qi instantly ignited beneath his feet, surging upward.
His not particularly fair skin visibly reddened as if it had been scorched. At the same time, the attacker's hand shot straight toward Zhang Chen's throat.
Smack!
Duan Xuan drove in with a Mountain-Breaking Fist, forcing the attacker to stop.
The attacker struck at Zhang Chen, pressing down hard with his left hand. But his attacking posture clearly favored one side.
Naturally, he couldn't fully deflect the direct attack.
As their blood and qi collided, the force they unleashed exploded at the same time.
The force surged backward, making the attacker's body falter.
Nearby, Zhou Ye planted himself in a fighting stance and attacked from behind with both fists, hoping to lend Duan Xuan a hand.
But the figure was remarkably agile. He raised a hand and struck even faster.
With a smack, a stinging blow slapped Zhou Ye across the face, sending the two-hundred-pound man flipping backward through the air.
When Zhou Ye landed, a clear red handprint lay across his face. He was dizzy and seeing stars.
He still wanted to keep fighting, but his blood and qi were in disarray, churning violently. For a moment, he couldn't move.
The attacker flicked out a light, saber-like strike, sending the palm back along its original path, not a hair off course. The returning slap carried more than twice its original force.
Duan Xuan kicked off with his right foot, shoving Zhang Chen and the wheelchair toward Liu Tie.
The first move of the Broken Mountain Fist, "Mountain Opening,"