Hearing Huang Xiao's words, Tuoba Ao laughed heartily. "Very good. You got lucky this time, brat, but let's see how much luck you have left!"
Tuoba Ao did not dwell on it any further. He had never expected Huang Xiao to possess such a move, and it had taken him quite by surprise.
"Lucky? You could say that. What can you do about it?" Huang Xiao said.
Tuoba Ao let out a long breath, then stared at Huang Xiao. "Your cultivation methods have certainly exceeded my expectations, brat, but these are merely petty tricks. I won't give you another chance!"
Huang Xiao smiled, but inwardly, he began weighing things up. Through their exchange just now, he had at least discerned some of the subtleties of Tuoba Ao's moves, giving him a measure of confidence. He simply did not know whether Tuoba Ao had any other tricks in reserve. After all, the man had lived for so many years; he had to remain on guard.
Still, things had reached this point, and Huang Xiao naturally had nothing left to hide.
When Tuoba Ao charged at him again, Huang Xiao kept his eyes fixed on him. Then, the instant Tuoba Ao struck with his palm, Huang Xiao struck out with a palm of his own.
Tuoba Ao had thought this palm strike would most likely force Huang Xiao to confront him head-on. To his surprise, however, once Huang Xiao made his move, he discovered that Huang Xiao had countered his technique. His own palm would probably fail to reach Huang Xiao, whereas Huang Xiao's palm could hit him.
Without thinking further, Tuoba Ao swiftly retreated two steps. Yet even as he fell back, Huang Xiao seemed to have already charged forward a step ahead of him.
Hmm? An uneasy feeling stirred in