Tu Lang was burly, resembling a mighty column wherever he went; he was like a moving fortress.
Ye Qiu didn't want to waste words with this fellow. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Tu Lang. Seeing this, Tu Lang reached out with both hands, trying to grasp Ye Qiu's neck as if catching a chicken.
Had it been anyone else, they might have found themselves with nowhere to escape from Tu Lang's sudden grasp, but Ye Qiu's neck shrank, and his body seemed to vanish into thin air, catching Tu Lang off guard.
Tu Lang's strength was not weak in the slightest. His moves were simple yet made Ye Qiu extremely wary. It was a killer move simplified to the extreme. Ye Qiu, who had once mingled in the world of assassins, was familiar with every kind of deadly move. Yet Tu Lang, who came across as somewhat lunky, was in fact far more agile than many, particularly his hands, which were like two nimble snakes dancing in front of him.
