The middle-aged man finally got a clear look at the newcomer. It was a tall, slender figure wearing the same kind of mask...
Shit!
The middle-aged man was furious. He raised his gun and fired twice—BANG! BANG!
The newcomer dodged, using the masked man's body as a shield, and at the same time, kicked the corpse on the floor toward the middle-aged man.
The train's front car was already cramped, leaving little room to dodge.
The middle-aged man swung his palm, violently knocking the corpse aside. Then he strode forward and unleashed a Palm Blade shimmering with a red halo at the newcomer.
Seeing the strangeness of this Palm Technique, the newcomer didn't dare to block it head-on. He dodged, then formed a Sword Pointing, shooting a strand of Gang Qi through the air toward his opponent's palm.
The sharp Gang Qi easily pierced the red halo, leaving a cold gash on his palm.
"Sword Qi?"
