At the same time, he also felt pain searing through his palms. Two forces of tearing decomposition were wreaking havoc there. Buck's eyes bulged, he looked at Casio quizzically, and the next second he confirmed, "Red Vulture Fist! Blood Fist Feng Liusi?"
"How could it be..."
Buck murmured to himself, his shoulders shuddered, and the skin that was in the process of being torn, incredibly, briefly gathered together. His fist trembled slightly, a drop of fresh blood fell from the wound, and when it hit the marble ground, it exploded, leaving a trace of tearing.
He forcibly pushed out the Deathfang Power with his internal Qi.
"Didn't that old guy Feng Liusi deviate into madness three years ago? He's been hiding in the Roca Mountain Range. Nobody in the Red Eagle Boxing Gate has inherited his unique Red Vulture Fist..."
"Could it be a disciple nurtured by Feng Liusi in secret?!"
