"Whew!"
A long stream of scorching breath poured from his mouth, mingled with a faint tang of blood.
Feeling the severe pain assailing every part of his body, Lian Youming pressed his lips together.
That Iron Sand Palm really packed a punch.
He hooked his foot under Sun Qiusheng and flipped him over.
The old bastard was still alive, but only just. He could barely move, let alone speak. His lower back had been broken.
Meeting those fiercely glaring eyes, Lian Youming thought back carefully. Deep in the Greater Khingan Mountains, this fat man and that thin man had fought several skilled White Lotus Sect fighters while outnumbered, showing faint traces of something beyond the Three Energies.
But judging by this fight alone, the man's iron palms were indeed fierce and powerful, yet his offense far exceeded his defense. He had only mastered overt and hidden energy, and remained a long way from Hua Jin.
After a little thought, he seemed to understand something.
Could it be that the thin one had attained Hua Jin?
If that were true, the two probably specialized in combined attacks, one attacking and the other defending, working in concert.
"What a pity, then!"
A pity that this fat man had underestimated his opponent and acted carelessly. Not only had he gone alone, he had run into a martial artist with a body as formidable as Lian Youming's. Unable to finish him quickly, he had met his end here. Rubbing the cut the Short Dagger had left on his jaw, Lian Youming said softly, "I know what you want to say. Don't worry. I'll send them down to join you soon."
Hearing this, Sun Qiusheng breathed his last, his eyes still wide in death.
But looking at the still-warm corpse on the ground, Lian Youming