Qi Shaobin was rather confident in his personal bodyguards, for each of them had an impressive background, like the gaunt young man rushing towards Li Feng, a practitioner from the Xuanwu Martial Arts School in Huacheng. Despite his lean appearance, his Eagle Claw Skill was exceptionally formidable.
Shaobin had witnessed this young man crush a wine bottle with one hand without any external force, an act far beyond the ordinary. Once caught by those hands, the least one would suffer was dislocated muscles and broken bones.
The young man advanced swiftly towards Li Feng, his fingers clawing the air, the knuckles cracking crisply. He reached for Li Feng's arm, and with a fluid movement of his claw, there was a sharp crack—Li Feng's shoulder emitted a jarring sound.
"Hey," the young man looked at Li Feng with a cold sneer, an expression full of certainty of his victory as if Li Feng was nothing more than fish meat on his cutting board.
