"Zila!"
Elder Crane's fingertips were sharp, slicing like a blade and tearing Ye Xuan's clothing.
"What a vicious Dragon Claw Hand."
Ye Xuan sneered disdainfully.
Lowering his head, he glanced at the five finger marks on his chest, with faint traces of blood beginning to appear.
If Ye Xuan hadn't dodged in time, those five marks would surely have been bloody wounds.
"Such insolence!"
Elder Crane laughed grimly, a trace of cruelty flashing across his thin and fearsome face.
Then, his right claw formed into a fist.
With a "boom," he aimed it at Ye Xuan's face.
But this time.
Ye Xuan didn't dodge, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.
Facing Elder Crane's fist, Ye Xuan also threw a powerful punch, colliding with Elder Crane's fist.
With a crisp "crack,"
Elder Crane's sleeve exploded with a "pacha."
His right arm bent and twisted at an impossible angle.
"Get lost!"
Ye Xuan, with a suddenly cold face, kicked Elder Crane in the chest.
