"Kid, you..."
The newcomer was a middle-aged man in a gray Tang suit, his face cold and stern. He was about to strike, but upon hearing Lian Youming's warning, shocked anger immediately flared in his eyes.
He was already a Grand Boxer who had achieved Three Energies Unification. Wherever he went, people treated him with respect. How could he not be furious at being so slighted by a rising junior? Yet when he met Lian Youming's eyes, the right foot he was about to step forward with inexplicably froze in midair.
For some reason, the closer they were, the more the man felt an indescribable strangeness, as though his presence were out of place in their surroundings.
And the source of that strangeness was Lian Youming.
It was like an alien element suddenly appearing amid a harmonious natural spring landscape.
Or an ink blot appearing on a canvas.
The difference was that, in the man's eyes, Lian Youming was the harmonious, natural one.
Thus, this martial artist from Taiji Gate imperceptibly felt as though some sort of Qi Dynamics were rejecting him.
But while he had stopped, Lian Youming walked toward him.
Lian Youming took one step, and the Taiji Gate Grand Boxer's pupils trembled. He actually took a step back on instinct.
After that retreat, the man stood stunned. Then his face alternated between livid and pale, looking utterly dreadful and incredulous.
What had retreated was not merely his position, but his spirit. He had also conceded the initiative and lost his will to fight.
His expression unchanged, Lian Youming strode onward, his footfalls like resonant drumbeats, neither hurried nor slow.
The middle-aged man stopped retreating. Veins bulged at his temples, his teeth clenched, and the pallor and lividness on his face turned vicious. The sleeves over his arms