'A formidable enemy indeed.'
He was an old man with one foot in the coffin, yet the pressure he exerted on Bailuo was even greater than the combined might of the five from the Luwei Family.
'Xiao Hei, isn't this guy going beyond the prescribed limits?'
Old Luwei's combat strength was even a notch higher than that of the old uncle, marking him as a true martial arts specialist.
"My apologies for the discourtesy," said the old man.
Old Luwei's movements were swift, not just in terms of physical speed, but every action he took was imbued with strange techniques.
The blind spot in one's vision, the angles where the eyes could not reach.
Although the old man was not a Miracle Troop Type, the moves he utilized were like abilities devoid of Miracle Power, or even Secret Skills.
"Bang!!"
"Oh?"
Seeing his strike blocked by a knife, Old Luwei smiled, "The right hand, huh?"
"You're different from them."