He said, "Come," and Ao Fei immediately charged straight at him.
"I'll slaughter you."
Though short, the man exuded killing intent more terrifying than any he had ever encountered. His muscles knotted like rock, his hands and feet were large, his shoulders broad and his back thick, and his two massive, python-like arms almost reached past his knees. At 1.6 meters tall, he looked like a great vat, radiating oppressive force.
Lian Youming remembered Wu Jiu specifically mentioning this man, saying his physique was not natural but deliberately altered through training to practice Wrestling. Such a man possessed not only astonishing strength but exceptionally powerful bones and sinews, and a lower center of gravity than an ordinary martial artist. Once he made contact, he could send an opponent flying with the slightest exertion and secure an unexpected victory in an instant.
Though Lian Youming wore a teasing smile, inwardly he dared not be careless in the slightest. His vigilance rose to its utmost.
The Mountain-Guarding Old Man's fate remained unknown. He had to find a way to free himself before he could devise another plan.
And there was still that mysterious expert. Since he had not accompanied Ao Fei, he was almost certainly with the Mountain-Guarding Old Man.
So there was nothing for it but to fight.
Lian Youming's energy surged, his fierce eyes widening like those of a wrathful guardian deity. His feet sank imperceptibly, crushing the grass beneath them. The instant Ao Fei lunged within reach, he spread the webs of his hands wide and slammed them against the two hands reaching to seize him.
The moment their hand webs collided, their arms twisted again, locking together like entwined snakes. Without hesitation, both steadied their lower bodies and bent low toward the ground, bracing shoulder and elbow against