As a member of the Occult Sect, Yang Le also formally learned from someone who was a grandmaster of martial arts. Even if he couldn’t achieve the same level as his master, it wouldn’t be a problem for him beat down a dozen small thugs. However, when he sneakily attacked Tang Xiu, he found that even though he was in the position to strike a sure hit, the opponent was actually able to avoid and pass it by. It was like the opponent had eyes behind his back.
What shocked him most, however, was Tang Xiu’s speed. With his sharp eyesight he could see the blooming fist in front of him. He shuddered.
“Truly, it’s impossible to judge a man’s heart from his face, huh?”
Tang Xiu’s feet moved as he appeared at Yang Le’s side. His fingers pointed and pierced several major sealing acupoints on Yang Le’s body directly. He then stepped back twice and stood there, shaking his head and sighing.