Striking first had undeniable advantages, especially when the gap was so wide. Liam and the middle-aged man might have both been foundation experts, but the power difference was simply immense.
The middle-aged man was a lone cultivator with an incomplete foundation and unknown, probably lacking, training with the Qi.
Meanwhile, Liam had stepped on a level that only the unique union between his divine talent and high-grade circulation technique could reach. In his eyes, his opponent had been no different than a mortal, his life frail by every definition of the world.
All hell broke loose, but Liam was still the first to move. He shot to his left, reaching the woman who had just begun to retreat, two of his fingers already pointed at her forehead.
In the past, Liam would have gone for the eyes, but the experience with his previous opponent's skull told him exactly what his fingers could achieve through the Metal Hand.
