In the heat of the crisis, with no time to think, the Masked Man spread his arms. You Hour Divine Movement Technique—Shadow Skim!
His form became like a drifting, incorporeal shadow. With this change in his Body Technique, it was as if he were a fleeting illusion, and the pull on his body abruptly vanished.
Seeing his chance, the Masked Man used the momentum to leap into the air!
But… it was too late.
The North Nether Force Field and Eight-direction Burst had been unleashed at almost the same time.
From the moment the Masked Man's initial evasive flash had failed to escape Fang Shuwen's range, this punch was already unstoppable.
Just as the Masked Man leaped into mid-air, the punch shot toward his legs.
The Masked Man's heart sank. In that split second, he kicked out to meet Fang Shuwen's fist.
A streak of golden light flowed over his leg, giving it the appearance of solid metal, its sharp aura seemingly unstoppable.
CLANG!!
