Wang Yi's cultivation was not high, just one or two instances of Blood Refining, but his timing and attacks were extremely cunning.
Five Animal Frolics. Spinning Flying Crane!
Su Changkong, with his keen senses, listened to the wind to discern positions and, without hesitation, displayed his Crane Play, which had reached a transcendental level. His figure was agile and appeared to fly, and Wang Yi's folding fan only struck the afterimage left behind by Su Changkong.
"Not good!"
Wang Yi's heart clenched. Su Changkong's figure had already appeared behind him. He brought his right hand's index and middle fingers together and stabbed towards Wang Yi's back.
"Puchi!"
