"Very good!" Huang Xiao had already darted aside. His Lingbo Ethereal Steps were extraordinarily wondrous, beyond even Yelü Mengdu's ability to match.
Although Yelü Mengdu's palm strike had hit empty air and perhaps consumed less internal power than clashing with Huang Xiao, for him, already forcing himself to execute the palm technique, it was undoubtedly snow piled upon frost.
His aim was to grievously wound Huang Xiao, not waste his palm force for nothing.
But the next few palm strikes left him sorely disappointed, for he discovered that Huang Xiao no longer met him head-on. Even when these strikes used the fifth layer of the Mad Elephant Brahma Esoteric Palm rather than the sixth layer, Huang Xiao still refused to engage.
"Brat, if you have the guts, fight me to your heart's content!" Yelü Mengdu shouted.
"Hahaha! That depends on whether you can even touch the hem of my clothes." Huang Xiao laughed.
Huang Xiao knew very well that Yelü Mengdu's condition was far from good. On the surface, admittedly, his own injuries were considerable, and he certainly looked much more bedraggled than Yelü Mengdu.
Apart from his slightly pale complexion, Yelü Mengdu opposite him did not seem injured at all.
But how could that possibly be the case? Having fought Yelü Mengdu himself, Huang Xiao knew very well that his fist force had injured him. Yelü Mengdu had actually chosen such a foolish method, suppressing his injuries in order to defeat him quickly. It had to be said that his decision was probably due to his excessive confidence and conceit.
After all, he was the foremost of the younger generation in Khitan and held other young people in complete contempt. Thus, even though he knew Huang Xiao's strength was no simple matter and was on his guard, deep down