"He can actually strike force across the air! And he's mastered such extraordinary Hard-Training External Skill!"
Everything changed with astonishing speed. It was truly an overwhelming rout.
Watching the two men who had failed to last even a single exchange against Lian Youming, the two traitors of the Xingyi Sect felt their hearts lurch. They actually shivered beneath the blazing sun. Yet their eyes grew fiercer, and they readied themselves to fight for their lives.
They were both seasoned veterans and naturally understood that only a desperate fight offered any chance of survival now. If they fled, they would likely die. When the fat man saw his brothers fall one after another, his pupils contracted, then dilated, and a bloody haze instantly spread across his eyes. But even as he ground his teeth in hatred, his reason remained intact. He fiercely rallied his internal breath and launched a counterattack while Lian Youming was punching.
He bent his legs and stepped in, bringing one hand down in an Eagle Claw grappling move straight at Lian Youming's Spinal Dragon. His other wrist turned and reached beneath Lian Youming's armpit, while his right knee drove toward the lower back like an immensely heavy hammer.
Only then did he draw breath in fury, using his voice to bolster his attack as he glared wide-eyed and roared, "Die!"
His inner strength erupted. The five fingers of his right hand landed on Lian Youming's spine like lightning, their force driving downward with a series of strange muffled pops. His fingers closed and tightened, seizing the spine. He gritted his teeth as though exerting every last ounce of strength, until his entire right sleeve burst apart and his muscles writhed incessantly. His left hand had also landed its move, but it could not penetrate the inner strength