"Pfft!"
Blood surged up from his chest. The instant it reached his mouth, He Baichuan hastily clamped his lips and teeth shut. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed it back down, an unnatural flush spreading across his face.
But in this battle to the death, the old bastard was quick to react. As he retreated, his right fist drove into Lian Youming's chest like a great spear. Yet Lian Youming's muscles and bones had expanded like a monster's, the sinews within his body bulging as though he were forged of steel and iron. With his Iron Shirt driven to its utmost, how could a single punch stop his advance?
It made him sway, nothing more.
"Pfft!"
He Baichuan seized the chance to pull back his cloth staff. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he spat a thin arrow of blood onto the wrung-out black cloth. He exerted his force and twisted again, tightening the cloth into a staff. As he hastily retreated, the long staff swept upward, stirring a thick reek of blood as it thrust straight at that imposing body charging like a dragon or tiger.
Expressionless, Lian Youming opened his right hand and met it head-on. With his palm pressed against the staff's tip, he forced his way closer. The cloth staff, only just tightened, immediately burst into strips like a splitting bamboo pole.
He Baichuan's expression darkened. Suddenly, he stopped retreating.
The two of them had reached the cliff's edge. There was nowhere left to go.
"What martial art did you just use?"
Towering over him, Lian Youming lowered his gaze without answering immediately.
Earlier, he had merely found another use for the Golden Bell Cover's method of exerting force.
The Golden Bell Cover shook apart all external force striking the body, spreading it from a single