Luan Bao suddenly sprang into the air, vaulting over the tea table before him. The tip of his right foot touched the ground, and his body tilted forward and swept up again like a great bird taking flight. While still in midair, he struck with a palm toward Duan Rong's face, bringing it down over his head!
"What speed!"
The moment Duan Rong saw Luan Bao leap up, his heart turned cold. This was not lightness skill—it was the raw speed born of real strength, without a shred of flashy embellishment!
By then, Duan Rong had no time to evade. If he sidestepped, he would instead leave himself wide open, exposing his entire back to Luan Bao's attack!
Yet he had no confidence in taking Luan Bao's palm head-on either!
Just as Luan Bao's palm came crashing down from above, Duan Rong suddenly tucked his head, dropped low, and rolled across the ground beneath Luan Bao's crotch!
The sight made Luan Jingfu immediately curse in fury!
"Street thug!"
Luan Bao's feet landed, his palm strike missing its target. Then he suddenly felt wind at the back of his head—Duan Rong was chopping toward the back of his skull with a palm blade!
Startled, Luan Bao instantly turned aside to dodge, then flipped his palm and counterattacked!
Duan Rong's rogue-like tactic of suddenly rolling across the ground made all three men in the hall change expression. It was not only Luan Jingfu who cursed aloud; even Xiao Zongting felt it was beneath one's dignity!
But after rolling beneath Luan Bao's crotch, Duan Rong sprang up at once and slashed a palm blade toward the back of Luan Bao's head!
Saber techniques and palm techniques had always shared the same root and principle.
This palm blade of Duan Rong's was adapted from