Amidst the pouring rain, a continuous stream of martial artists was running into the courtyard from outside, their numbers impossible to count.
Wang Longhu knew that if this dragged on any further, whether he could withstand it or not, both the monk and Hong Wentai would surely meet their end here tonight. He had to do more, to kill in order to stop the killing.
Bam!
With a stomp, the concrete ground beneath Wang Longhu's feet instantly shattered. In a flash, he seemed to transform into a gust of wind, pouncing towards a martial artist four or five steps away.
Without waiting for the opponent to strike, Wang Longhu delivered an elbow right to the chin, resulting in a crisp snap, leaving the opponent sprawling on the ground, uncertain of life or death. It was the Eight Extremes Top Heart Elbow that Hong Wentai had just taught him today.
