As his fist met the simple gauze, he precisely shifted his knuckles three inches aside. This was a piece of intelligence paid for with his last two deaths: the woman had an old burn scar three inches below her ribs.
DING!
A chime like gold striking jade rang out across the mountaintop.
For the first time, the woman retreated half a step. A bronze ripple spread from the point of impact.
The punch landed, but Xu Yunfan's expression remained perfectly placid. His nostrils flared, catching the fleeting scent of something singed. His right fist fluidly changed from a hammer to a claw, grabbing for her throat.
Through the transcendent perception granted by the Linn Character Technique, he saw the silver pattern between the woman's eyebrows suddenly flare.
The silver light tapped gently at the void, and the frigid air of the entire snow-capped mountain suddenly flooded into his open pores.
"Heaven-Knocking Sect."
