Xu Hao's body was covered in goosebumps and he shivered involuntarily.
Years of street fighting had ingrained muscle memory faster than his brain could react.
Without even turning his head, he swallowed the scream that had risen in his throat.
Almost as the hand descended, he dropped his weight into a horse stance, stepping outward with his right foot.
Immediately, he reached up with his left hand, fingers suddenly extending to grab the wrist resting on his shoulder.
The touch was extremely cold.
It didn't feel like grabbing human flesh, more like holding a bone pulled fresh from icy water.
Xu Hao didn't have time to think. He pushed hard off the ground with his right foot, twisting his waist and hips.
His back slammed into the opponent's chest. Using the momentum, he forcefully yanked the cold arm over his shoulder, folding his entire upper body forward.
"Bang!"
