"Rip," a sound was heard as an entire face was torn off. The nasal bone, teeth, eyeballs... were all exposed to the wind and snow, seemingly terrifying. Though the move was simple and ordinary, Tang Feng felt bitter in his heart, realizing he was no match, and was about to shout.
Jing Chun Daoist, holding a whisk, had anticipated this, making a circle around them, which surprisingly isolated the sound. No matter how Tang Feng shouted, his voice couldn't travel beyond an inch from his body. This move came from the "Dustless Swordsmanship," a very powerful martial art of the Yueshan Sword Sect.
Tang Feng was angry and speechless. He knew the enemy was right above his head, yet no matter how he attacked, he couldn't touch even a bit. Jing Chun Daoist thought, "This bandit has committed much evil, dying so easily is too convenient. Although his strength is inferior, if delayed further, unforeseen changes might come." A whisk then swept towards Tang Feng.
