He snorted coldly and simply stopped dodging; his arms spread open like iron gates, boldly taking the opponent's claw head-on.
Simultaneously, his elbows sank, channeling force downwards, and a punch filled with heat blasted upwards, aiming straight for the exposed ribs of the elder during his claw strike.
Where the punch wind passed, the air was scorched into distorted ripples.
The punch wind struck, and the hunched elder's murky pupils suddenly contracted.
In the blink of an eye, his elbows sank like a thousand pounds, both hands catching as they descended, ten fingers accurately clutching the Night Watcher's wrists.
Amid the sound of ripping cloth, the elder's hunched body leveraged the momentum to soar, his body suspended horizontally in midair.
His right leg stretched straight like an iron whip, sweeping towards the Night Watcher's temple, and the leg wind split the surrounding heat waves into a vacuum.
