Suddenly, a strange figure shot forward.
It was a man with no hair, eyebrows, or beard, dressed in all black, barefoot, and ageless.
His skin was a ghastly white, with complex black curved lines seemingly inscribed with a brush stretching from his bald head to his neck.
The most peculiar feature was his eyes, which remained closed, as if he could navigate without sight.
The bald, blindfolded man strode in front of Su Yu and swung a slap at him.
'Whoosh!'
A sharp sound of air being ripped apart echoed.
Su Yu wanted to dodge aside, but couldn't avoid it, getting smacked in the face and sent flying backward like a ragdoll, crashing heavily to the ground.
"Ouch..." He clutched his face, groaning on the ground.
"This is outrageous!"
Another youth dashed out from the crowd, swift like a leopard, and swung a fist as large as a sandbag furiously at the bald man.
From his movements, it was evident he was a trained martial artist, possessing some level of cultivation.
'Pop!'
