In a clash between masters, what is contended for is the split second advantage.
As soon as the Mad Lion noticed that Xiao Qiang's hand was gripping his wrist like a steel clamp, he knew he had fallen into a trap today.
The next moment, a wave of severe pain hit him, spreading from his wrist all over his body. Before the Mad Lion could even struggle, he suddenly felt a hand gripping his waist, then with a quick pull and a whoosh, he found himself being thrown into the air.
The Mad Lion's body traced an arc in mid-air. Quite the adept, he twisted and turned, managing to land on the ground, finally crouching with his head raised to look at Xiao Qiang. His eyes were filled with surprise, as if he did not expect to be defeated by this young man.
Xiao Qiang slowly raised a finger: "Only this chance. I don't want to kill. If you attack me again, I assure you, you will regret it."
