But even though he reacted in an instant and made his move, he was still outmaneuvered by the newcomer's rapid shifts to the left and right. In just a moment, the person closed in on him, grabbed his left wrist, yanked and pulled, and flipped him onto the ground. He was tossed onto the coffin lid, his hands twisted behind his back and pinned down.
Fuck... Why am I being taken down in one move again...
"Your Ghostly Hand technique is still lacking! How long have you been practicing it?"
The voice of the old ghost Luo Fu sounded quite young, like that of a teenager going through a voice change.
Li Fan spoke up, his voice muffled with frustration, "Around three or five days maybe..."
"Three or five days! Bullshit! You expect me to believe you've become this skilled in three or five days?" The person behind him flicked his hand, sending Li Fan spinning through the air like a top, "Come at me with all you've got!"
"Fuck, you asked for it! Ghostly Hand!!"
