"Come on! Kill me!"
As soon as the Yinyang person's eager voice fell, Duan Yun made his move.
He used a finger technique, his index and middle fingers like dual dragons emerging from the cave, directly thrusting towards the Yinyang person's eyes.
With a snap, Duan Yun's twin dragons halted in the air, for at that moment, a middle finger suddenly interposed between his two fingers, blocking them coldly.
Duan Yun's two fingers flickered, turning the finger into a peck, directly attacking the opponent's right temple.
With a bang, the microdust swirled.
Duan Yun's peck remained still an inch before the temple, because the opponent's middle finger once again propped itself there, like a barricade firm as gold, impossible to breach.
"Slow, too slow!"
With a swoosh, the Yinyang person had already made a move, still with that middle finger, also thrusting towards Duan Yun's eyes. Duan Yun swung his elbow to barely defend.
"Slow."
"Too slow."
