Chapter 45 No Need to Draw a Sword to Deal With You

"Such rapid movement technique!"

"I didn't even see clearly how Chu Fengmian made his move!"

Many of the Lin Mansion's disciples were shocked.

They were all martial artists of the seventh or eighth level of the Bone Tempering Realm, but they had been unable to see Chu Fengmian's moves clearly.

They had only caught a glimpse of an afterimage before the Fifth Elder's face was struck by a palm, leaving a handprint.

This handprint, I'm afraid, would not fade for half a month; even if the Fifth Elder won this battle, he would bear this humiliation for half a month.

"What! You little beast!"

By the time the Fifth Elder reacted, Chu Fengmian's figure had already moved again.

This time, Chu Fengmian's figure appeared directly in front of the Fifth Elder.

"This time it is your right cheek!"

As soon as Chu Fengmian's voice fell, another crisp sound rang out.

"Slap!"

The same crisp sound imprinted a blood-red palm mark on the Fifth Elder's right cheek.