After gaining the upper hand with his initial move, the tall elder continued his onslaught without a second thought, his voice resonating with an ancient and austere tone to disrupt Wang Anfeng's movements, while his unyielding palms moved savagely towards Wang Anfeng.
Though his palm technique appeared rough, each move enveloped his opponent's meridians, either the lesser Chong in the Hand's Lesser Yin Heart Meridian, or the lesser Ze, Listening Palace in the Foot's Three Yang Meridian, executed with extreme fierceness, clearly employing a superior martial arts style that was no less effective than the Shaolin Vajra Palm Technique.
Wang Anfeng's footwork continuously shifted, dodging these moves, his swordsmanship countering the attacks, yet his confusion deepened. The elder before him was someone he knew well—not an outsider, but the foreign expert he encountered last night, the very Grade A fugitive being pursued by Wuxin.
But how could he possibly be here?!
