The old man stepped forward, his power surging, and in almost an instant, he appeared right in front of William Cole.
"Bang!"
He lifted an aged arm and swung a palm towards William Cole.
The speed was so fast it was astonishing.
At this moment, William Cole narrowed his eyes, and the old man's speed seemed to slow in his gaze.
William Cole turned around, vibrated his foot, and shifted half a body's width to the side.
"Bang!"
A terrifying mark, deep enough to be several inches, appeared on the wall behind William Cole, as if it had been slashed by a fearsome claw.
If that hit had landed on William Cole, it probably would have killed him on the spot.
"Hiss!"
William Cole took a sharp breath of cold air; he had only just become a great master of Internal Power, still far from becoming a Grandmaster.
If he were facing half-step Grandmasters like Ricky Davis, William Cole could still contend with them.