The earlier four servants were just skilled in flashy moves, but these two were different.
They were light and steady on their feet, with bulging temples and restrained breathing, clearly trained fighters.
Uncle Liang's martial arts were merely third-rate, easily defeating ten ordinary men, but facing trained fighters required caution.
Old Liang's pent-up frustration dissipated after pounding the four servants. He didn't pay much attention to Xia Wenjin's words, merely responding verbally.
Unexpectedly, he hadn't turned his head when he heard the wind whistling, rushing towards him, distinctly different from the minor skirmish with the four servants earlier.
His expression turned serious, and he hurriedly turned around, but despite his quick reflexes, he was still a moment late. He had already been struck heavily on the shoulder.
The force was strong enough to make his burly figure sway.
