Liu Feiyang was aghast. He had pushed his Catching Wind and Chasing Shadows movement technique to its absolute limit, yet Zhao Lin had still located his real body.
'How did this guy see through it?'
But he had no time to think, because Zhao Lin's elbow was rapidly growing larger in his vision.
Liu Feiyang dodged backward, simultaneously leaning his upper body back.
Zhao Lin advanced to keep pace. With a flip of his elbow, his forearm snapped open like a beast trap—SNAP—and his fist shot toward the center of Liu Feiyang's brow.
Liu Feiyang jerked his head aside. The fist grazed the tip of his nose, but before he could feel relieved for having dodged the blow, Zhao Lin splayed his four fingers and swiped viciously at his cheek.
An elbow, a fist, then fingers—a three-strike combo, each move flowing seamlessly into the next. The ingenious application of techniques and precise timing left everyone, disciples and elders alike, deeply impressed.
