Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's fist strike toward him, Lu Lihong remained unhurried. He raised his left palm upright before him, blocking the path of Zhang Xiaohua's fist.
Zhang Xiaohua froze, thinking, Didn't he just say...
Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's fist visibly hesitate and his eyes fill with confusion, Lu Lihong gave no ground. His left palm remained still while the four fingers of his right hand curled loosely, striking straight at Zhang Xiaohua's wrist.
At once, Zhang Xiaohua understood. Aiya, this Senior Brother Lu is truly sly. He actually played word games. He only said we could attack with one hand and one foot, and that using the other hand or foot to attack would count as losing. He never said we couldn't use the other hand and foot to defend. Hehe, it seems he's still holding a grudge over the joke I made last night.
But how could Zhang Xiaohua possibly take it to heart?
Without exchanging moves with him, he withdrew his fist and shifted slightly sideways. His left leg flew out, aiming at Lu Lihong's right leg. He wanted to see how Lu Lihong would defend. Lu Lihong truly had some skill; seeing the direction of Zhang Xiaohua's kick, he immediately understood his intent. He pushed off the ground and sprang into the air, snapping his left foot toward Zhang Xiaohua's knee.
Zhang Xiaohua had only used forty percent of his strength to begin with. Seeing Lu Lihong snap out his leg, he withdrew his own kicking leg, leaped upward, and rose to the same height as Lu Lihong. Stretching out both hands, he used one to block Lu Lihong's leg and the other to grab straight at Lu Lihong's face. Hehe, who told him he could use both hands?
Naturally, Lu Lihong would not let Zhang Xiaohua have