Legs flashed before him, while a deadly attack had already closed in from behind.
At that critical moment, Lian Youming suddenly did something no one expected.
He twisted sharply at the waist and flipped sideways. Pivoting around his body like a dragon turning, his outthrust Pounding Fist bent back with a flex of his arm and a turn of his wrist, then shot straight out behind him.
The old devil coming at him with a flying knee had assumed Lian Youming was intent on killing his brother. He had meant to trade injury for injury, life for life, never expecting Lian Youming to be feinting.
With that flip, Lian Youming rose clear of the knee strike, and his right fist struck the man's throat dead-on.
A Pounding Fist was no trifling blow.
The punch looked tremendously forceful, yet landed lightly and without a sound.
Struck by that heavy blow, the old devil with his knee raised instantly had his eyes flood with blood. Like a clay figure or wooden puppet, he staggered backward on stiff legs before finally sliding down against the wall.
Blood kept spilling from his open mouth.
After just two struggles, his head lolled to one side, and he went still.
But Lian Youming's punch had come at a price.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Several whipping kicks struck him squarely in the back.
Lian Youming fell from the air.
The man behind him pressed relentlessly. Seeing his brother die before his eyes, he went berserk, his right leg sweeping out in a rapid assault like a venomous dragon bursting from its lair. Lian Youming planted one hand on the ground, steadied his balance, then tipped backward to evade the rapid kicks. Spreading both arms, he spun like a top and slid behind the man.
The old devil reacted