Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Three Indian fighters attacked with cunning angles, and Ye Qiu instantly became alert—each demonstrated top-notch speed and angles, clearly seasoned in life-and-death struggles. Their opening strikes carried a bloody scent, hinting at the odor of death.
The first to attack did so without creating any breeze, as silent as a ghost in the dead of night. Ye Qiu responded quickly to this shadowless hand technique, blocking just in time, with his arm shielding his face.
The first Indian fighter's attack was nullified, blocked swiftly by Ye Qiu, but as he turned to confront the other two, he was startled to see the same man's arm instantly wrap around his wrist. Under Ye Qiu's watchful gaze, the slender expert's arm seemed to stretch instantly, coiling around Ye Qiu's wrist and then striking quickly at his temple.
Boundless extension of one's body?
