Those who become the best of the best are all quick-witted; they naturally keep up with the times.
If there's an easier way, only a fool wouldn't use it.
As Zhao Rui's mind raced, the Demon Sect expert hurrying in front of him suddenly came to a halt. He spun around and unleashed a Piercing Palm Force strike.
Zhao Rui unleashed a Finger-Pointing Gang Qi, clashing with the other man's attack.
Powerful Qi instantly radiated outward with a muffled THUD.
The Demon Sect expert's pupils contracted. "This is no longer your concern, kid," he barked. "Scram."
Zhao Rui's eyes narrowed. In a flash, he bypassed the man, employing the Wandering Dragon Step to resume his chase.
'Son of a bitch. He has time for idle chatter.'
Zhao Rui loathed people who postured and wasted time. If this Nie Bin person got away, there was no telling how many more people he would harm.
