"Nine Sobbing Palms, first palm: Godslayer..."
With a shout from Xiaofan, Muto was terrified and uncertain whether to intercept or dodge. If he blocked it, he surely couldn't withstand the ninth palm, but if he dodged, he wouldn't even have the chance to resist.
What to do... this kid actually saved a trick for last.
It's infuriating.
No choice left, just gamble that the kid's Inner Strength won't last through the ninth palm...
"Ah..."
Muto gathered his strength, launched an attack, and came forward.
"Hey, fooled you,"
With a soft laugh, Xiaofan smirked and stepped forward to counter Muto's move using Continuous Palm Technique.
Muto's attack felt like hitting soft cotton, with nowhere to exert force, while his body slightly leaned forward.
Taking a grab forward, Xiaofan seized Muto's wrist and applied slight pressure...
"Crack..."
Broken, Xiaofan snapped Muto's wrist effortlessly.
