Time flew by. Winter gave way to spring.
In the blink of an eye, it was February of the new year.
Although the weather was still tinged with a lingering chill, the branches in the mountains and wilds were budding, and tender grass sprouted, gradually painting the landscape green.
"Nice one!"
Xiang Bao let out a low shout. He tilted his head to dodge Zhao Lin's clawing strike and countered with a palm chop, his Fire Cloud Palm Force carrying a scorching aura.
Zhao Lin's first claw missed, but a second one immediately followed. This next attack was even more ferocious, with a trace of frigid qi condensing between his five fingers.
The Three Yin Claw had thirteen techniques in addition to its unique force. They were designed to be sharp and ruthless, not complex and varied.
To practice his claw techniques, Zhao Lin had set aside the Stone Roar Fist, relying solely on these thirteen moves against Xiang Bao.
