Luan Bao suddenly leaped over the tea table before him, his right foot tapping the ground lightly as he landed. His body tilted and soared again, like a great bird taking flight, delivering a palm strike from mid-air straight towards Duan Rong's face!
"Such speed!"
Duan Rong felt a chill in his heart when he saw Luan Bao leap up. This was not lightweight skill; it was sheer speed born from real power, with no embellishments!
Duan Rong could not avoid it in time. If he merely turned his body, he would leave his back wide open for Luan Bao to strike!
But he wasn't confident in taking on Luan Bao's palm strike head-on either!
Just as Luan Bao's palm was about to descend in mid-air, Duan Rong suddenly shrank his head, lowered his body, and rolled on the ground right under Luan Bao's crotch!
Luan Jingfu, upon seeing Duan Rong's actions, immediately cursed angrily!
"Street rascal!"
