The sword hidden away for so many springs and autumns seems finally ready to be unsheathed today, eager to drink the blood of its enemies.
At this moment, Long Wuhui's heart is faintly filled with excitement. His blood roars wildly through his body. After so many years, it can finally be unsheathed!
His palm strikes out, and just as the opponent is about to grab at his forehead, he suddenly counters, causing a snapping sound of bone and joint collision.
The skinny man's face, once full of disdain, now turns solemn. He retreats several steps, takes a deep breath, and steadies the turmoil within his blood.
Confidence in his voice turns to doubt, mixed with a slight surprise. His gaze towards Long Wuhui now lacks contempt and is filled with cautiousness.
"Old Limp Man, you're a Super First-class Middle-tier Expert!"
He asks in surprise.
Queen Qi is also stunned. Just now, the speed, strength, and precision of Long Wuhui's move seemed even stronger than hers.
