Meng Jueyan's heart thumped hard, her breath caught in her throat.
She had never seen Ju Fan fight before but had heard a bit from the guards. He had been considered dangerous, unpredictable and vicious. But this was different. This was precision, technique, and cold efficiency.
Han Yu struck back immediately. He aimed a punch toward the first disciple's chest. The man blocked again, then countered with a punch of his own. Han Yu parried it with his forearm and twisted in, knee rising to strike the man in the abdomen.
THUD
The disciple gasped and stumbled back.
The second disciple appeared behind Han Yu, bringing down a palm strike reinforced with Moon Blood Qi. The air trembled with force. Han Yu ducked instantly, the strike cutting through the air above his head and splitting a stone lantern behind him into two.
"How is he moving like that?" a watching disciple whispered in disbelief.
"He is mid Core Condensation like them, right?"
"Then why is he not getting overwhelmed?"
