Liduhong set his sights on Ban Ze.
So far, the Wanqi Clan had gained the upper hand. Their opponents clearly struggled to adapt to their way of fighting, but the Wanqi Clan was no stranger to the methods of Uncard Flow. Back in the day, Wei'a had personally instructed Liduhong. Over the years, Wei'a's training methods had long since spread throughout the clan.
Apart from the Air Techniques, which surprised them somewhat, there was nothing particularly remarkable about these opponents. Some ferocious beasts in the Jungle matched these Uncard Flow practitioners in speed and strength, yet the clan still hunted them down.
Ban Ze's composure stood out sharply amid the crowd, and Liduhong noticed him without any effort. Of all the Wanqi clansmen, he alone had received Wei'a's personal instruction, making him the strongest fighter. Over the years, his grueling training had reached the point of self-torture, and his skills had advanced a thousand miles a day. Even during routine hunts, he took particular care to hone his techniques.
As his skills improved day by day, he found it increasingly difficult to find a worthy opponent in the clan.
Now, with an expert right before him, his fighting spirit abruptly surged.
He lightly stamped his right leg, wrapped in Blue Threads, against the ground, and shot toward Ban Ze like an arrow loosed from a bow.
While he was still airborne, all the Blue Threads suddenly detached from his body, forming a vast net that swept down over his opponent!
The Blue Threads vibrated at high frequency with a faint buzzing hum, murderous intent spilling in every direction.
Ban Ze's expression was grim, for he realized the situation was gradually slipping out of control. These strange fellows who had appeared out of nowhere were all like ferocious beasts. To a