Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms

CRASH!

The brick wall crumbled as Xiao Luo smashed through it violently and landed several meters beyond, sprawled in a cloud of dust. Xiao Luo's clothes were all torn and tattered, and he suffered grievous injuries. But, this only served to stir him up and heighten his fighting spirit. He stumbled off shakily some fifteen meters away from Jin Gang and sat down, then using the restorative powers of Yi Jinjing, he calmly healed his internal wounds.

"We cannot let them continue the fight anymore, send the guards to stop them!"

In the office overlooking the ground, Dongfang Shuoyu was getting very anxious. He could see that matters were getting out of hand between his two prized Grade-S agents. It would have been fine if this had stayed as a sparring match, but it had now evolved into a life and death contest, and he had to put a stop to it. Otherwise, it would incur a huge loss to NSA if either man was killed or suffered a permanent injury.