Xu Xiangbei still wore the same nonchalant expression, grinning mischievously at Lu Daan, like a detestable, slime-covered eel weaving through the fist wind.
Lu Daan's punches were fiercely intimidating, yet he could never land a hit on Xu Xiangbei.
One punch, two punches missed Xu Xiangbei, and Lu Daan thought it was Xu Xiangbei's cleverness or just pure luck that let him dodge.
He threw over a hundred punches, executing the twelve most deadly moves of the Lu Family Fist three times over, exhausting his arms to the point of soreness and legs to trembling, yet still hadn't touched even the corner of Xu Xiangbei's clothes. Only then did Lu Daan realize something was wrong.
A sudden fear gripped his heart, feeling like Xu Xiangbei was a cunning cat and he was a clumsy mouse, being toyed with in the palm of his hand.
Any subtle change in his heart could not escape Xu Xiangbei's eyes.
Xu Xiangbei chuckled: "No new tricks? You've used up all your twelve killer moves?"
