Fast, fast, fast-a figure flashed.
A ghostlike black shadow had already darted out of the darkness, lunging at Lian Youming to kill.
Another knife-hand strike.
The man raised his hand and brought it down, his upright palm forming a blade that cleaved through the air like a streak of cold light.
Lian Youming ignored the movements of the men behind him. His eyes abruptly narrowed, but he did not meet the attack.
Instead, he swayed aside and dodged.
Whoosh!
The knife-hand cut through empty air, its sharp wind piercing the eardrums.
Only then did Lian Youming take a close look at this supposed Japanese war criminal.
The man was tall and thin as a bamboo pole, his entire body exuding a chilly aura, like an old ghost from a grave. Tangled hair hung over his head, and a pair of eyes showed intermittently through the gaps, seemingly glowing green.
When his strike missed, the man let out a strange howl. His right knife-hand hovered in the air, his index and little fingers quietly folding inward until only three fingers stood together. As he drove his power into them, his joints and sinews immediately protruded, his veins bulged, and the three fingers turned blue-black as iron in an instant, seemingly indestructible.
It was indeed a Nukite from karate.
Three-Finger Spear Hand.
Intent on testing his ability of foresight, Lian Youming did not parry. The moment he saw the killing move before him, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest. A trace of cold seemed to arise from nowhere, prompting his body to turn aside as though of its own accord.
His chest felt cold because that was precisely where the opponent's Nukite was aimed, the point on which his killing intent fell.
The sensation was extraordinarily mysterious. Seeing the attack