Feeling the terrifying force transmitted through his right hand, Lian Youming immediately grew interested.
Seeing that he had failed to achieve what he expected, Killer King Taily tightened the five fingers of his right hand again, as though trying to crush the palm in his grasp into pulp. His large hand clamped around the smaller one, his strength climbing steadily, until the tendons and blood vessels all over his body began bulging beneath his skin.
Lian Youming moved too. His clothes stirred without wind, snapping as though dragons and snakes were swimming beneath them.
The five fingers of his right hand tightened as well.
With that squeeze, his hand seemed to become refined iron and tempered steel.
Looking back over his journey, in terms of sheer strength, Lian Youming had truly never encountered anyone who could contend with him apart from Gongyang Ming. Ever since he had nourished the qi of his five organs through food at the Logging Camp in the Northeast, he had devoured tigers to become a tiger, drunk dragons to transform into a dragon. As his appetite soared and his vital energy was replenished, there was no telling how much his strength had grown.
Killer King Taily's eyes first narrowed, then widened like brass bells. He bore the ferocity of a vicious tiger, his massive, burly body seemingly about to press forward in its entirety.
The smiling corners of Lian Youming's mouth also spread little by little into a sinister grin. Like turning a wrench, his right hand locked around the web of his opponent's thumb, slowly pushing forward and levering upward.
With the joint locked, the strange sound of bones grinding together could already be heard.
Killer King Taily's expression was sinister and terrifying, ugly in the extreme, and his forward-leaning body began tilting backward