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Tang Long spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body sent flying backwards as a palm print appeared on his chest. A Shiva Assassin, clad in the same yellow hemp robe, had just sent Tang Long flying with a single palm strike.
"Mr. Tang, are you alright?"
Ding Xie could only anxiously watch from inside, helpless to do anything. He could only watch as Tang Long blocked the assassin time and time again, now turned into a bloody man.
"I'm fine, I can still hold on! This Indian Asan is really too powerful. Mr. Ding, you go first, quickly find Brother Feng to help. I'll hold him off for you," Tang Long wiped the blood from his mouth as he spoke.
"But you..." Ding Xie, looking at Tang Long covered in blood, said with great concern.
"Go!"
