"Hah!"
Hearing the word "advance," Bai Long scoffed. His narrowed eyes snapped wide, and his right foot stepped forward. After just two steps, he swung his arms and sprang up, launching himself like an eagle swooping on prey.
So fast!!!
With a swoop and a sweep, a leap and a bound, he covered four or five meters. After landing, his legs alternated in rapid succession, bringing him within half a meter of Lian Youming in the blink of an eye. Crowding into that tiny space, he thrust both hands from his sleeves, one across and one sweeping down. The first obscured the eyes; the second hooked and caught, sweeping toward the boy's neck.
Lian Youming was startled too. He tilted his head away from the claw before his eyes and hurriedly retreated, shifting his footing. But he could not match his opponent's elusive speed. A sudden pain struck his neck, and a thin line of blood quietly appeared.
Bai Long raised his right hand slightly. Looking at the blood scraped onto his index fingertip, his mocking expression deepened. His feet never slowed, however. He pursued with rapid steps, both hands darting back and forth as though multiplying into layers of afterimages.
Only then did Lian Youming see clearly that his opponent's fingernails were different from an ordinary person's. Not only were they longer, they were amber-colored, curved inward like hooks, and very thick.
Watching the overlapping fists before him, his gaze flickered. These were no flashy tricks.
Eagle Claw Fist was also an Animal-Form Fist. Its movements flipped up and down, both to seek variations and to confuse the opponent, which was why it was also called Eagle Claw Fan Zi Fist.
Without a word, Lian Youming secretly raised his breath, clenched both fists again, and struck, driving his right