Chapter 13 - 12: Breaking Evil with Secrecy, Flying Locust Stone
Lin Xuankong saw the man’s tiger claws were sharp and his attacks ferocious; his own brows furrowed slightly. His body shifted. He evaded his opponent’s tiger claws with his right hand while his left, seizing an opening in the man’s guard, shot out with even greater speed.
The essence of the Spiritual Crane Finger was to counter ferocity with precision, pursuing extreme speed. Moreover, he was already at the mid-grade of the first level of Transcendence, his strength surpassing that of the Black-clothed Strongman.
With these advantages combined, Lin Xuankong’s left hand, having seized the opening, struck like a crane’s beak pecking at grain. Within half a breath, he had jabbed the Black-clothed Strongman’s chest twelve times!
PFFT PFFT PFFT PFFT PFFT!
The sounds of sharp points piercing flesh were incredibly dense and rapid.
When Lin Xuankong stepped back, taking a shallow breath, the Black-clothed Strongman remained standing, his face a mask of terror and extreme agony. He looked down at his chest. Twelve holes, piercing clean through him, were neatly lined up. His internal organs were already shattered. A large amount of blood, mixed with visceral fragments, gushed continuously from the twelve wounds.
fre\e(w)ebn ov.e l\. co.m
THUD!
The Black-clothed Strongman fell backward, dead on the spot.
The other Black-clothed Strongman, seeing this, abruptly halted his charge. His facial muscles twitched, and he cried out in grief, "Damn it! Big Brother!"
Witnessing this, Ma Xiong felt his heart pound like a drum. He swallowed hard.