That old bastard!!!
Watching the two fingers thrust toward him, Lian Youming clenched his teeth so hard his mouth bled.
A Grand Boxer willing to trade his life for an injury would be difficult even for Wu Jiu and the others to withstand. Escaping unscathed would be all but impossible.
Just as Third Brother Xie had once traded an arm for an eye, this man no longer intended to live. Especially after seeing that Lian Youming still had Golden Bell Cover up his sleeve, he no longer sought to kill him, but he would cripple him even if it cost his life.
And this finger thrust straight at the Shanzhong Acupoint struck a vital spot, where qi gathered in the middle dantian. As Liu Ruotong drove his index and middle fingers into it, their joints nearly burst, sending their force straight through like an arrow piercing the heart.
The breath Lian Youming had just gathered was almost dispersed by that single thrust.
Outside the fight, a figure had already circled around, her legs moving in rapid alternation as she swiftly closed in.
Yang Shuang.
Her phoenix eyes were tense and her expression grave as she prepared to intervene.
But Lian Youming squeezed a single hoarse, shrill word from his throat. "Back!"
It stopped the girl in her tracks.
Liu Ruotong was now almost mad, his blood and qi surging as though boiling, his body like a furnace that might explode at any moment. Lian Youming had only lasted this long thanks to his powerful physique, and even then, that terrifying Whip Technique had nearly smashed him apart.
If Yang Shuang jumped into the fight, she might hold the enemy off, but she could never withstand Liu Ruotong's dying counterattack. She might even lose her own life. His cry of "Back"