In the field below.
The old man suddenly turned his head, his face covered in a mix of mud and blood. The man in black behind him who was slated for a hit couldn't retreat in time. That's because the old man's left hand was gripping the sword tip firmly that stuck out from his gut.
The man in black slackened his grip on his sword and tried to retreat swiftly, but the old man's claw-like, shriveled but strong hand had already clamped onto his wrist.
Hand-to-hand combat!
At this point, the old man was like a wounded tiger. By gripping the man in black's wrist, he pulled it forward and rammed his knee into him. True Qi erupted in ripples. The man in black, who couldn't block the old man's sword earlier, indeed couldn't withstand this impact now. The sound of a crisp bone fracture rang out. This strike rendered his body momentarily paralyzed.