Their killing auras clashed, while fighting also broke out beyond the field.
Youying and several other experts had already hidden themselves in the shadows and begun fighting others.
Since this expedition was meant to settle everything in one stroke, how could Lian Youming not have prepared ample contingencies?
Meanwhile, he, Xue Hen, Gong Wuer, and Situ Wudi all darted forward together, closing in on the elderly man surnamed Huang.
The man's eyes were deep, like an eagle's or a falcon's. Seeing the guns cradled in Lian Youming's and Situ Wudi's arms, he said coldly, "Is this what gives you confidence?"
"They say armies in ancient times needed a sacrifice to their banners before marching, to bolster their might. Today, I'll use your two heads to bolster our demon-suppressing momentum..." Lian Youming tossed his sniper rifle to Wang Mazi, then cupped his fists, his ten fingers clamping tight. "Lian Youming, here to learn from you!"
The old monster had an ordinary build, standing around a meter seventy and looking rather thin. Though his loose hair was white as silver frost, his face had no wrinkles and was as rosy as a baby's.
"Learn from me? Heh, heh!"
As if he had heard some joke, the man revealed two rows of small, closely spaced teeth. His laughter was like a night owl's, shrill and grating.
But before Lian Youming and the others could see clearly, all four were struck and driven back, a fist-shaped dent sinking into the clothing over each of their chests without exception.
What the hell?
Lian Youming frowned slightly too. When had his opponent thrown a punch?
Only Gong Wuer, with her broad experience, had a slight change of expression on her pretty face. "Careful," she warned gravely. "That's Air-Splitting Strength!"
Situ Wudi's expression was rather something as