The short, skinny man's head felt as if it had been invaded by a dense swarm of bees.
It took him quite a while to catch his breath.
The short, skinny man never expected,
that his Grasping Hand Technique would be useless against this big fellow.
The short, skinny man looked at Mad Blade with fear, "What kind of Kung Fu are you using?"
Mad Blade, digging his nostril with his thumb, said lazily, "Huaxia Kung Fu."
"You bastards, after learning a few moves from the ancestors of Huaxia, you betray your master and act unscrupulously without any laws."
"Let me tell you, what you've learned is nothing but the surface."
Then the short, skinny man suddenly let out a fierce roar, his fingers like iron hooks as he charged at Mad Blade once again.
This time, Mad Blade stopped being polite, unleashing a succession of fists and kicks that thundered like lightning.
He was using the military boxing he had been practicing these days.
This set of military boxing appeared simple.
