Lu Zhuxiao, being at the second limit, his ability to adapt in actual combat far exceeded Meng Chuan's expectations.
His foot circled into a semicircle, his left arm instantly straightened, and he smoothly blocked the whirlpool of the fist stance, while his right hand formed claws to grip Meng Chuan's throat.
Meng Chuan instinctively leaned back.
At the moment when he lost his vision, he inwardly felt something was wrong.
This move "White Ape Offers Fruit" was a feint!
Sure enough, when Lu Zhuxiao's finger joints were still three inches from the skin, he suddenly changed his move.
Transforming the claw into a palm that sliced horizontally at the scapula, Meng Chuan let out a muffled groan, his feet skidded on the ground, retreating nearly ten steps before he stabilized his form.
Old ginger really is spicier, this move Meng Chuan also learned.
"Again, Master Lu!"
The same mistake, Meng Chuan would not make a second time.
