Before anyone else could react, Luo Yixiong spun around and delivered a slap that carried with it the faint roar of a bear. His palm, as large as a cattail leaf fan, whipped up a fierce whooshing sound, striking down like a missile towards the two Caucasian men.
The two men's faces changed instantly, but fortunately, Luo Yixiong's speed wasn't fast, and they were able to dodge quickly. However, the spot where they had just evaded now bore a faint imprint of a hand on the concrete floor; it had actually been made by the sheer force of the palm wind.
One could only imagine what effect such a slap would have if it landed on a person.
"Shit!" Stephen suddenly reached for his lower back.
All the members of the Thunder God Corps around them prepared to draw their weapons in unison, adeptly starting to encircle Lin Fei and his three companions.
