Chapter 1570. Nine Yang Against Nine Yin

"Long?!" Domon called after seeing his attacker.

"Please stay back, Master Domon. I don't want to hurt your old bones," Long said. His words were polite, but his tone was very condescending. 

"You, insolent punk! I'm going to teach you some manners!" Freddie yelled as he lunged. His fingers whipped forward using praying mantis style.

"Wait! Don't underestimate him!" Domon called.

Freddie had heard about Long, but he had never fought him before. He didn't believe this youngster was as troublesome as everyone said. Without access to skills, veteran martial artists like them should be able to teach these game-freak youngsters a thing or two.

Long also came forward. He moved his arms in a circular motion. A long eastern dragon materialized following his arm movement. The dragon swept forward with a force that shoved Freddie's two arms aside. Long's palm then pushed forward, landing squarely on Freddie's chest.

*PANG!*