A fierce battle had already broken out in the distance.
Nearby, Lian Youming's actions undoubtedly eased the pressure on Situ Wudi and the other two considerably.
Without the slightest hesitation, the three abandoned their concerns and attacked with everything they had, forsaking defense entirely.
Seeing this, Old Monster Huang shifted his footwork and shook his shoulders, slipping free of Lian Youming's palms like a loach and drifting several meters away.
But slippery as he was, Lian Youming proved no less so.
From a distance, Lian Youming looked as though he had stuck himself to his opponent, being carried along with him.
Taiji Hua Jin.
Meeting softness with softness.
A savage gleam abruptly flashed in Old Monster Huang's shadowy, hawklike eyes. Clenching his fists, he hammered them through the air.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
The wind from his punches struck Lian Youming's chest like arrows, producing a succession of dull thuds.
Rather than counterattack, Lian Youming planted his feet firmly, rooting himself to the ground.
Resting his hands on Old Monster Huang's shoulders, he seized an opening and slid his fingers down his arms to his wrists, swiftly winding them around his fists.
He used this sliding motion because his opponent extended and withdrew his fists with extraordinary speed, while his movements were erratic and elusive. Afraid of missing again, he chose this safer approach.
The moment Coiling Silk Force wrapped around Old Monster Huang's fists, their movements slowed, as though trapped in a mire.
Gong Wuer and the other two attacked an instant later, closing in from three directions.
Employing Iron Wire Fist, Situ Wudi tightened the iron rings around his arms into hammers, circled behind the old monster, and smashed down at his spine.
"Hah!"
Fierce winds swirled with a loud howl.
Gong Wuer closed in with Muddy-Step Walking, her