PEERLESS GENIUS SYSTEM II

Chapter 306: Put me down

"Fire Palm!"

Yang Yuanzhong broke the wall and burst out to the hall with tenacity, sending bricks and stones flying in all directions and stirring up a cloud of sand and dust. Badly wounded and drenched in blood, he looked even more terrifying as his face was twisted in wrath, and his bloodshot eyes bulged in rage. He glared at Xiao Luo with murderous intent as if hurling a hail of cold blades to strike at Xiao Luo along with his Fire Palm.

"Humph!"

Xiao Luo sneered as he teleported away in a blink, pausing for a fleeting moment, and before Yang Yuanzhong could react, he was already behind him, ready to strike again.

Watching from the corner of the hall, Su Li was terrified as she could not keep up with Xiao Luo's spectral speed as he seemed to move like a spirit that could teleport through space and time. Although his movements appeared slow, yet he could move from point to point within a split second—he was not bound by the law of physics.

Who is this guy?

Didn't he come from a small village in the West District town of Gan?

How could he have such incredible power?

It seemed that Xiao Luo was shrouded in mystery, and in her eyes, everything this man had revealed to her never failed to impress her.

Yang Yuanzhong had broken out into a cold sweat, but he was no ordinary man and quickly regained his composure. Instinctively, he roared as he turned to face Xiao Luo, keeping in a low counter-attacking stance and striking out with a powerful Fire Palm.

BANG!

Yang Yuanzhong out everything he had into the fire palm, and it exploded in a resounding blow—it was more potent than any of the palms he had ever executed before.

CRACK!

But his palm came against an almighty force that smashed right back into him, and Yang Yuanzhong's right arm bone was shattered into several pieces. An excruciating pain overwhelmed him and made him scream in agony as he staggered back.

"Your biggest weapon, the Fire Palm, is gone!"

A cold voice appeared behind Yang Yuanzhong out of a sudden, and he realized that Xiao Luo had now appeared at his back from where he was in front of him only a moment ago.

A chill ran down Yang Yuanzhong's spine as he could not fathom the depth of Xiao Luo's real strength.

How could he move at such a tremendously high speed?

He pulled away from Xiao Luo, forced his backing stance to halt, and gave himself a little time to think further. After the briefest of moments, he suddenly advanced swiftly to strike with his left hand.

However, just as his left palm was about to connect with Xiao Luo, Yang Yuanzhong was suddenly swiping at thin air and made no contact whatsoever; it was unnerving, and Yang Yuanzhong quickly attempted to recover.

RIP!

But Xiao Luo was quicker, moving like a spirit, for he ducked low to avoid the fire palm strike, and his hands were now formed like a claw aiming at Yang Yuanzhong's left arm. His fingers slashed into Yang Yuanzhong's arm like an iron sword, ripping four deep lacerations from his wrist up to his upper left arm. A thick stream of blood gushed out, and the tremendous pain had made Yang Yuanzhong howl in agony.

Xiao Luo smiled mirthlessly as his hand then snaked up to Yang Yuanzhong's neck, grasping it with all of his fingers and yanking his head down to the floor.

BANG!

Yang Yuanzhong's head smashed against the hard floor, and the impact has left a gigantic hole in the ground, sending a plume of dust and sand into the air.