BANG!!
Storm Club, on the fighting ring in the first-floor hall.
A dull thud rang out. Dressed in a silver martial arts uniform, Song Yan grunted as he was forced to slide backward.
With a series of heavy steps, each of his footfalls shook the ring's floor, making the expressions of the many club disciples watching from the sidelines turn grim.
But before he could regain his balance…
SWOOSH!!
A blood-red afterimage flashed past, and a palm seal struck him in the chest.
BANG!!
The figure flew backward, and the Elite Level Song Yan crashed off the ring.
Several disciples from the Hurricane Faction rushed forward to help him up.
Blood was clearly trickling from the corner of his mouth. The robes over his chest were torn to shreds, revealing a horrifying, blood-red palm seal branded onto the flesh beneath.
"What is…"
The disciples' faces turned pale. Even the other Elite Level True Disciples of the club stared intently, their eyes filled with shock and suspicion.
