He gripped the water pipe, swiveled around it a few times, and landed steadily on the balcony.
For someone of his caliber, climbing up a drainpipe was as simple as it could be.
Pressing his body against the wall beside the door, he drew out a Mo Bing, gripping it tightly in his hand, took a deep breath, and kicked the door open with a flying kick.
The room was dark, with no lights on.
Whoosh!
A cold glint approached swiftly, carrying an aura of deadly intent.
Such formidable skill; just from this move alone, he knew the opponent's strength was certainly not much less than his own.
Since his return to the city, this was the first time Ye Xiong had encountered such a formidable opponent, and the blood in his veins suddenly boiled.
He held the Mo Bing in a reverse grip and went to meet the attack.
Clang clang clang!
The two figures exchanged blows in the darkness, striking seven or eight times before both stopped.
