"Ha ha ha."
The companion beside couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.
However, the faces of the few who had arrived sank. One of them, a man with a scarred face, spared no more words, flipped his palm, and sent out a strike.
"Hmm!?"
The person facing him was no ordinary fighter; with a swoosh, the blade at his waist was already unsheathed. The blade light twisted, rolling consecutively as it chopped toward the man's wrist.
But then, the man's palm suddenly became elusive, its feints and strikes reversed in an instant.
Not only did the blade miss its mark, but, on looking up, that palm was already deep within his chest and abdomen.
What seemed like a palm strike was, in fact, a hidden hand technique.
In an instant, three continuous taps were pressed against the man's chest, and the Blade user was immediately immobilized. His face, however, changed dramatically:
"Ming Huan Palm?
"You're the Huai Mountain Five Tigers!?"
"You've got some discernment."
