Perhaps they had spent too long in this sunless dungeon. When the lamplight abruptly went out, both men who darted into the cell faltered, their eyes unable to adjust to the change in light.
But they were Foresight Martial Artists, after all. In an instant, both moved together, twisting at the waist and turning back, each thrusting a palm through the air behind him.
Within that cramped space, a figure descended from above, eyes gleaming. Facing the two ferocious palms, he dropped both fists, smashing down like Mount Tai bearing down upon them.
Fists collided with palms.
Boom!
At first, the two intruders had thought the occupant merely a Grand Boxer who had achieved three energies unification. Only upon exchanging blows did their expressions change completely. Their bodies shook violently, the stitching of their sleeves silently unraveled, and the floor tiles beneath their feet cracked with a thunderous crash, sinking into a shallow pit.
Dust billowed everywhere. The sounds of continuous cracking and crumbling spread from beneath their feet as fractures extended outward like a spiderweb.
By the faint firelight filtering through the gap in the door, they saw a figure stretched horizontally in midair, both fists smashing down. His eyes seemed to shine, giving off a cold, cruel gleam.
Their eyesight was somewhat lacking, but Lian Youming could see quite clearly. These were two martial artists past sixty, identical in appearance, seemingly twin brothers. Both wore leg irons as well.
"What should I call you?"
Lian Youming spoke calmly and extremely quickly.
But the two old fellows gave no reply. Each rolled a palm, wrapping it around his fist and seizing his wrist.
They were actually using grappling techniques.
That movement alone gave Lian Youming a general idea.
Great Seizing Hand, Eighteen Falls Upon Touching Clothes, Eagle Claw grappling,