"Good!"
Hearing those almost humiliating words, Song Wan swept one foot back, sending the chair behind him scraping backward across the floor.
Without a word or a moment's hesitation, the Green Gang elder snapped both arms through the air the instant the chair slid back, murderous intent surging in his eyes. As his right wrist turned, he sank his shoulder and lowered his elbow, forming a Phoenix Eye fist and thrusting it straight forward like a powerful arrow, striking the Celestial Chimney Acupoint between Lian Youming's collarbones.
Thud!
The force of the punch landed with a muffled thump.
Lian Youming was tall and powerfully built, more than half a head taller than him. He stood firmly in place, chin tucked slightly, his iron-masked face lowered and his eyelids drooping as his tiger-like eyes stared straight down at his opponent.
He took the punch head-on without moving an inch.
"Heh heh..."
As the vicious grin slowly froze on Song Wan's face and his eyes widened, a mocking chuckle sounded from beneath the pitch-black iron mask before him.
"Seems you're no good as a person or a martial artist."
At this sight, not only Song Wan but Yang Qing and the Green Gang elders watching silently from either side all wore different, shifting expressions. With both hands in his pockets, Lian Youming leaned his upper body forward, bringing his eyes closer like a lion or tiger leaning out. His eyes narrowed in a smile as he said softly, "Song Wan, was it? My turn!"
"Well, I never imagined you concealed your abilities so deeply, with a supreme body-hardening art up your sleeve."
The muscles in Song Wan's cheeks twitched. He shook himself and channeled his strength, sending his outer garment billowing backward like a cloud, where someone caught it.
"Hah!"
Then he