At this moment, the old man's expression flickered uncertainly. He rotated his right hand that Lin Zifeng had just grabbed repeatedly, nodding and saying, "Fair enough, fair enough."
"Then I hope senior will show some mercy later on," Lin Zifeng also made a gesture of invitation.
However, almost as soon as those words fell, both figures had already launched their deadly moves. The old man's speed was hardly inferior to Lin Zifeng's, his five slender, withered fingers shaped like an eagle's claws, intentionally bending the middle and index fingers slightly, charging straight for Lin Zifeng's eyes.
His martial arts ultimate move was the Ghost Hand, a pair of hands like ghostly apparitions, stronger than any weapon.
Where the eagle's claws passed through the air, it was as if they tore the void's atmosphere in half, producing an eerie sound reminiscent of swords clashing!
Lin Zifeng stood in the arena, his face unchanged.
