The claws passed through the air, making a whistling noise as they tore through the air.
At the realm of Eleven Acupoints, combined with the Small Success of the Flying Eagle Claw, its power was intimidating.
Lin Chen's figure retreated, avoiding Wu Ming's descending claws, but the wind from Wu Ming's claws still tore his clothes.
"Won't you face me head-on? Where's your Perfection-level Clear Wind Palm?"
Seeing Lin Chen choose to retreat, Wu Ming sneered repeatedly and advanced once more.
This time, Lin Chen did not retreat again. He had initially chosen to retreat because he was unsure of how strong the Flying Eagle Claw technique was, but now he had a better understanding.
"As you wish!"
This time, Lin Chen struck out with his Clear Wind Palm, and seeing this, Wu Ming was delighted. His claws resembled those of an eagle, with his fingers curving again, and a red glow surged from his fingertips.
Pa!
