The glaive swung at him from nowhere, the man almost teleporting before him in a single step. However, Alex was no slouch either.
Leaning back to avoid the slash at his throat, Alex threw a flash kick as his hands connected to the ground, trying to push himself away from his aggressor.
The kick went wide as Weilong leaned sideways, shifting his weight into a spin kick, hitting Alex square in the middle of the back.
"Hah! Using such sloppy martial arts against a master! Are you mocking me, yang guizi? You are courting death!"
Alex flew back fifty meters, hitting the side of a half-collapsed building, before blowing through the wall and stopping his flight inside the now fully destroyed tourist stall.
He coughed up a little blood, wincing as he got up, a few of his ribs clearly cracked from the impact of the kick and brick wall.
Pulling out of the collapsed building, Alex's expression had now shifted to full seriousness, as he understood what type of opponent he was up against.
