Seeing the fellow's arm stretch like a spring, Hu Xiaotian broke into a cold sweat. Forgetting the Spiral Spike, he tossed it to the ground and engaged Black Corpse at close quarters, his Dark Nether Yin Wind Claw closing on the pulse point at his wrist.
Black Corpse made no attempt to dodge. Hu Xiaotian seized his wrist, feeling cold, slippery skin against his palm, utterly devoid of a normal person's warmth. Suddenly, Black Corpse's wrist narrowed. Unable to maintain his grip, Hu Xiaotian watched the claw slip out of his palm and reach straight for his throat.
Hu Xiaotian reacted with astonishing speed, releasing the wrist and grabbing Black Corpse's hand. At the same time, his right hand restrained Black Corpse's left. With their hands locked together, Black Corpse's elbows suddenly bent backward at impossible angles and slammed heavily into Hu Xiaotian's ribs on both sides.
Hu Xiaotian had never imagined his opponent could attack this way. Those arms were as supple as if they had no bones, bending freely in any direction. He raised a leg to kick Black Corpse in the groin, but Black Corpse pressed close, winding his legs around Hu Xiaotian's like ivy and coiling his arms around Hu Xiaotian's arms.
Hu Xiaotian inwardly cursed. He should never have chosen to fight this fellow at close quarters. He had ended up pitting his own weakness against his opponent's strength.
Meanwhile, Zong Tang and White Corpse were locked in a contest of brute force. Though White Corpse was small and thin, his strength was fierce and formidable. His claws, sharp as blades, raked ceaselessly at Zong Tang like a raging storm, threatening to tear him to pieces.
Zong Tang stood firm as a rock. No matter how ferocious the attacks became, he held his ground and