"What's so impossible about that?"
Facing the shock of the figure in the black robe, Lu Qing cracked a smile.
With a flick of his wrist, he casually tossed the longbow in his hand onto a stall beside the street.
Then he reached into his chest and pulled out a set of gauntlets.
The whole set was made of cowhide, with Thousand Refinement Level steel plates embedded on the knuckles—something Lu Qing had made while forging arrows as a sideline.
"However, your stick technique has some merit; it made receiving your blows somewhat difficult."
Lu Qing slipped the gauntlets onto his hands; even though he had used the protective power of the magic talisman within his forehead acupoint to shield himself, his fist still throbbed with pain.
After putting on the gauntlets and moving his wrists, Lu Qing felt somewhat satisfied and looked ahead.