Killing intent closed in.
Wei Bozhao's pupils contracted sharply. A fist suddenly appeared in his vision, sailing toward him without a sound, so light it seemed to carry no force at all. "Ah!"
Yet that very punch made his scalp prickle. A shrill cry escaped through his teeth as he secretly raised his inner strength through both arms. His sleeves billowed and shuddered like writhing dragons and snakes, and he met the fist with his palms, trying to catch the blow.
Pop!
Fist met palm, producing a strange, muffled sound in that brief instant.
Wei Bozhao staggered, his shoulders swaying before he steadied himself. He had caught it, but blood welled at the corner of his mouth again, as though he had taken a heavy blow.
The earlier impact had already left his blood and qi churning. Now the collision of inner strength was like thunder striking fire, draining still more color from his face.
"Ha, well caught!"
But no sooner had one punch landed than another rose. Lian Youming lunged forward in great strides, his punches fierce and unyielding. Both fists hammered out like mallets, like those of a hardened battlefield general. His arms bent and extended, drawing in and releasing as his fists smashed out several blows in succession, all striking the same point on Wei Bozhao's palms.
The force broke through. Already on the verge of collapse, Wei Bozhao spat out a mouthful of blood and toppled straight backward.
Lian Youming was about to attack again, but as he stepped forward, Wei Bozhao unexpectedly braced himself with one hand and flipped through the air. The instant he righted himself, he crouched and lunged, one hand seizing Lian Youming's left leg while the other formed a Monkey-Form Fist and swept toward his crotch like lightning.
The monkey steals