With those brief words, the fierce battle resumed.
"Kill!"
The killing cry rang out, a gust of fist-driven wind struck his face, and a fist had already punched through the wind and rain, hurtling toward him as though heaven were falling and earth collapsing.
Xue Hen came on ferociously, his punches changing as he attacked. It was not just Crushing Fist. As he bent his legs and pressed closer, he used his shifting footwork to sink his waist and draw in his body, as though turning into a crazed ape, his eyes bloodshot and savagely wild.
Once he assumed an ape's form, the impression he gave changed entirely.
It was like being marked by some terribly vicious creature.
"Come and fight!"
Lian Youming raised his sword and drew a deep breath. He held the blade across himself, then flicked his wrist. The three-foot sword instantly struck like a venomous snake, parting wind and piercing rain, its passage hissing as it attacked Xue Hen.
"Let's see how many more moves you can last!"
Before his words had faded, Xue Hen had darted close, facing the sword's light head-on. The instant the blade approached, he actually sneered and twisted sharply sideways, evading its edge while lifting his left hand in a feint, then hooking his ape-like palm down through the air to seize the sword before him.
His way of catching the sword was unusual, too.
With his palm hollowed, he relied solely on the strength of his five fingers to grip the spine of the blade in a manner an ordinary person could scarcely understand.
At the sight, a vicious, savage look instantly appeared on Lian Youming's face. Cold light flashed in his eyes, and his killing intent swelled almost at once, like two raging fires.
Kill!
His right hand clenched