Chen San had never faced such a stubborn opponent. The tricks their father taught them relied on speed. Within…
Chen San had never faced such a stubborn opponent.
The tricks their father taught them relied on speed. Within three breaths, they'd usually scare off any rival.
But this man used retreat as advance, turning defense into attack. In mere moments, he'd already found their weak spot.
Yes, weak spot. Chen San wasn't an unbeatable monster, just three children masquerading as a ghostly fraud.
Finding a con artist's flaw wasn't hard. They were losing ground, but they couldn't admit defeat. They were their father's weapon.
A weapon that failed its master would be discarded. To survive, they had to fight on, never stopping.That was the first truth they'd learned in these bloody pits.
As the final palm strike came, Xiaoba, standing on Xiaoqi's shoulders, closed her eyes resignedly.
After all their struggles, abandonment was their fate.
But the deadly wind of the strike halted just beside her face.
Xiaoba opened her eyes to see the man grinning, palm upturned to reveal a red-wrapped candy.
"I yield." In a burst of smoke, the man dramatically collapsed onto his back, shouting his surrender to the roaring crowd.