Blue Three

Blue light...

Yu Hong squinted his eyes and tore off the helmet that had been slashed in two, that last strike had cleanly bisected his bulletproof helmet and all.

He exhaled sharply and abruptly moved to the left, dodging the elder's next finger thrust.

Thunderbolt Inner Qi erupted as he spun around with a swift, turning back kick.

Thud!

The kick was blocked by the elder's single hand; his withered fingers clasped like five sharp spikes, fiercely stabbing towards Yu Hong's leg.

Fortunately, the speed of the Thunderbolt Leg was extremely fast, and he quickly retracted his leg, widening the distance.

Yu Hong jumped slightly, easing the stinging pain in his legs. Once again, he noticed the blue light on the elder's horsetail whisk had dimmed a bit more.

Understanding flashed in his eyes.

'Again!'

Immediately utilizing his speed as an advantage, he circled the elder rapidly, darting in and out with kicks.