"Urgh!"
Both fists struck his chest, and Sun Qiusheng immediately coughed up a scalding jet of blood, his expression turning ghastly.
"To think you actually had two identities!"
Not only had this man received Taiji Gate's true teachings, but he was also an expert of the Green Gang's Tong generation. How was that possible?
Lian Youming had not emerged unscathed from that heavy palm strike, either. At least, his throat bobbed twice and his face paled a little, but a breath later, everything returned to normal.
One of Taiji Gate's Hidden Blades was no ordinary fighter, after all.
This man's Iron Sand Palm was definitely far more accomplished than Ao Fei's.
Lian Youming still remembered Ao Fei's hands, covered in thick, black calluses, stiff as iron, with abnormally large finger joints. He, too, had practiced Iron Sand Palm. Yet this man had trained his flesh-and-blood palms until all the dead skin and hard calluses had fallen away, leaving them smooth as jade, with lethal danger hidden within. This was a sign of thoroughly developed Dark Jin, a manifestation of martial attainment in which inner strength could strike throughout the body.
Not only his Dark Jin-his Ming Jin should also have reached fruition, but his Hua Jin alone was not yet sufficiently profound.
What remarkable skill.
Yet this man's stupidity lay in being one of the Hidden Blades, only to insist on confronting someone openly.
A Hidden Blade skilled in killing techniques was far more frightening than five or six martial fighters of equal strength.
More importantly, he had misjudged his opponent and underestimated his strength.
By contrast, Lian Youming had never dared underestimate him in the slightest. During that brief glimpse in the Greater Khingan Mountains, this fat man and that thin man had shown traces of something beyond the