"You're courting death!"
Mu Hongtao knew that when many unfamiliar people gathered, it was hard to gain recognition without flexing some muscle. Uninterested in further chatter, he stepped forward and threw a punch.
Ling Yusheng met him with a punch of his own.
Their strengths collided, dispersing their energies in all directions, making the soil fly while both of them stepped back two paces.
"It's been three years, and I didn't expect Master Mu's Bamboo Joint Fist to have progressed to this extent. It's just, I wonder if there's any improvement with the Bamboo Joint Hook!"
Flushing with embarrassment, it seemed Ling Yusheng had been at a disadvantage. With a flick of his wrist, a sword appeared in the palm of his hand and, with a slight thrust, pierced through the air toward Mu Hongtao.
Without much sword qi or potent sword qi, it resembled a giant battleship that breaks through fog and targets the core – heading straight for Mu Hongtao's brow.