Wu Yuan's expression hardened like stone.

'He's fast!'

No, it wasn't merely 'fast.’ Wu Yuan believed there was enough distance between him and the demonic art practitioner, but that young man was closing in so quickly that it felt like space itself had been compressed.

'As expected of the demonic arts?!'

Although the 'demonic arts' were a collection of lowly miscellaneous techniques, they were proven to enhance the user's physical abilities to the extreme. However, it also had the fatal flaw of turning the personality of the practitioner into a monster. That was why any demonic art practitioner reaching a certain realm had to have their cultivation destroyed or—

“...Or they must be killed!” Wu Yuan bit his lower lip and got ready to face the charging Kang Jin-Ho.

Kang Jin-Ho was fast, but he was moving in a straight line. Xing Yi Quan was a school of martial arts that contained suppleness. If Wu Yuan let the incoming attack slip past his shoulder, then land a two-fist strike on Kang Jin-Ho's sternum at the same time… The momentum of the demonic art practitioner's forward charge should be reflected back to the former in full. A successful counterattack boasting such an impact would no doubt inflict fatal damage to the demonic arts practitioner's body, no matter how sturdy it was!

'How foolish!'

Relying on pure brute strength and nothing else to attack didn't deserve to be called martial arts. Today, this young...