The martial master’s grip was light, so very light, as if Li Hao was a porcelain object in danger of being crushed. Sunderers were enormously powerful and might very well reduce the young man’s shoulder to bone dust if they clenched too tightly.1

Ghostface was as careful as he could be, but Li Hao seemed to be the opposite. He lost his balance and crashed into the other. He only wielded the strength of a mundane, but after three years of martial training, Li Hao knew that martial masters were most easily thrown off balance when they deployed their full strength. This also held true for Sunderers.1

So long as he picked the right timing and disrupted the other’s breathing, it would take them some time to gather strength anew even if they suffered no harm. This was something Li Hao grasped after beating Zhou He to death.1

Sunderers wouldn’t normally let another invade their personal space, especially an enemy. Ghostface, however, was more on guard against Liu Yan and Chen Jian. He didn’t care about Li Hao.2

He grabbed the young...0