As soon as he finished speaking, Li Fu settled into a horse stance and threw a Charging Fist.
Despite Li Fu's age, facing that punch head-on made Chen Miao jump at the fierce look in his eyes.
"As the name suggests, this move imitates the thrust of an ancient siege lance. Your fist shoots forward like the lance's tip, attacking the enemy's ears."
"This move trains the explosive power of your triceps!"
"Second move, Mountain-Splitting Slash!"
Li Fu turned sideways and chopped with his palm.
"The blade splits mountains, and the edge of your palm chops diagonally at the vulnerable points of the neck."
"This move trains the trapezius and latissimus dorsi."
"Third move, Wolf-Throat Rend!"
Li Fu lunged forward with a leap, his right hand snapping into a throat lock, his gaze as fierce as a wolf or tiger.
Chen Miao's eyes were fixed firmly on Li Fu.
If the first three moves had merely made Chen Miao think Li Fu was still vigorous in his old age, the fourth, Blood-Vortex Twist, made his jaw drop.
Could anyone imagine a man in his sixties turning into a side kick, then dropping straight to the ground to execute an armbar?
After those four moves came another four.
Heaven-Crushing Elbow, Sun-Piercing Arrow, Corpse-Soul Kick, and Mountain-and-River Suppression.
Every move made Chen Miao question whether Li Fu was really in his sixties.
But when Li Fu stamped down with the final move, Mountain-and-River Suppression, and a flicker of pain crossed his face, Chen Miao realized that age had caught up with him after all.
"Uncle Li, are you all right?"
Chen Miao hurried over.
Li Fu relaxed his stance and waved a hand.
"I'm getting old. Didn't hold back enough. These old bones can't take that kind of abuse anymore."
Li Fu