Mo Futu had barely touched the ground when he leapt up again, his hands stretched beautifully like startled swans, his right knee lifting, thrusting straight towards Tang Xiongba's face.
Tang Xiongba finally dodged, since he had not yet cultivated his Martial Arts to protect his eyes and nose bridge.
His body quickly leaned backwards, narrowly avoiding Mo Futu's knee.
Then he staggered several steps backward, widening the distance between him and Mo Futu.
Mo Futu landed again, his expression dark as he looked towards Tang Xiongba.
He angrily said: "Tang Xiongba, what do you mean, why aren't you striking back?"
Tang Xiongba gripped his fingers, pressing their joints gently and producing a series of crisp snaps.
He looked at Mo Futu with disdain and said, "Out of regard for your old and weak state, I let you make two moves to give you a chance to perform in front of the younger generation.
