Facing Xie Yanke's sudden strike, Jiu Mozhi simply didn't take it seriously, let alone regard this much weaker opponent as a threat.
However, a smile appeared on the face of His Excellency the State Preceptor, and with a gentle flick of his right hand, it was as soft as dusting off lint from one's clothing.
"Snap!"
Accompanied by a faint sound, the whistling pebble shot out by Xie Yanke burst into powder mid-air under that gentle flick, turning into a cloud of dust that scattered with the wind.
It was one of the Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills—The Nianhua Finger!
The first exchange between the two seemed evenly matched, but in reality, one was an ambush gathering momentum, while the other was an easy counter—any discerning eye could see the gap.
Xie Yanke's strength, compared to Jiu Mozhi, was not just a little bit inferior. In a one-on-one duel, Jiu Mozhi was absolutely confident he could rub him into the ground repeatedly!
