Having landed his attack, Lian Youming gave his opponent no chance to catch his breath and immediately turned to attack again.
Although the bones and tendons in the Japanese martial artist's instep had been crushed, he twisted his waist in midair as he flipped backward, righting himself with the momentum, and struck both bare palms toward Lian Youming's chest.
Lian Youming snorted coldly at the sight. He abruptly sank his internal breath, his chest seeming to cave inward, then swept a Tiger Tail Kick into his opponent's chest. Smack!
Dust spread as the Japanese martial artist tumbled to the ground. He steadied himself on one knee and spewed a mouthful of blood.
Lian Youming narrowed his fierce eyes slightly. This man did not seem as powerful as he had imagined.
Though his opponent was a Foresight Martial Artist, his attainment in the Martial Way was lacking. What he lacked was foundation.
It was as though his growth had been forced, leaving him hollow inside.
The next second, he lunged forward like a starving tiger pouncing on a sheep. His fist tore through the air like thunder, smashing viciously toward his opponent's face.
But just as he closed in, the Japanese martial artist's chest and abdomen suddenly shuddered. A crimson arrow of blood shot between his teeth, straight toward Lian Youming's eyes.
An arrow of blood to blind him.
Lian Youming's pupils quivered, but his attack only grew fiercer. His fist became a claw, all five fingers swiftly closing.
Yet just as his searching claw was about to seize the man, his opponent unexpectedly shrank, slipping out of his prison uniform like a cicada shedding its shell. His tall, lean body contracted to the size of a boy's. He rolled and sprang across the ground, kicked off the wall, and swiftly