"Brother Shi, the happiest thing in life is an unexpected surprise that falls from the sky. And you, you are my surprise, I'm pleased to cross hands with you."
Yu Zhao's hands hung slightly, his back straight, always maintaining an elegant posture. As soon as his words fell, he punched forward with his left hand. Halfway through, the index finger suddenly extended, followed by the middle finger, the ring finger, and the pinky.
This move was exceptionally weird, but when enacted by Yu Zhao, it seemed as if he was playing a harp in mid-air, filled with the ritualistic sense of an aristocratic family.
What the crowd didn't know was that with every pointed finger, a mysterious invisible force rushed towards the void, densely surrounding Shi Xiaole.
Eight-Finger Flick Transfer.
It's the Yu Family's secret martial arts, Eight-Finger Flick Transfer!
