Stinky brat.
Qingyang maneuvered in place, darting to the right.
Movement technique!
Like carefree clouds and wandering cranes, relaxed and natural.
In contrast, Li Yu seemed a bit clumsy.
Thump thump—
Qingyang lightly tapped the ground, delivering a straight punch towards Li Yu's chest while blocking Li Yu's punch with his left hand.
Li Yu leaned back, withdrew his fist, and dodged Qingyang's punch.
Immediately, Qingyang stepped gracefully, quickly, taking advantage of Li Yu's retreat to attack!
Masterfully seizing the opportunity!
"Good!" Jackals exclaimed watching this scene.
"This Qingyang seems skilled, his step technique is quite interesting," Third Uncle remarked with a smile.
Nearby, Ant nodded in agreement.
The group surrounding them, including Luo and others, were tense, watching intently.
"Director Li is in danger, Qingyang sure lives up to the reputation of a Taoist, he indeed knows a thing or two."
