The old man with a goatee acted with utmost decisiveness, his face twisted with fierceness. Almost as soon as he saw Jiang Shi, he moved forward like lightning. A hostile visitor never comes with good intentions, and thus there was no need to say more at this moment.
Striking first is always most crucial.
However, in the face of his rapid assault, a trace of mockery appeared in Jiang Shi's eyes. He sat in the chair, almost motionless, allowing the old man with the goatee to fiercely strike toward his face and chest.
Clang! Clang!
The result was that the opponent's ten fingers struck down violently, yet it felt as if they had hit Vajra-like steel and stone, emitting a deafening metallic sound.
The face of the goateed old man changed drastically.
In just an instant, he clearly realized the terrifying discrepancy between him and the opponent.
