"Heart-piercing Elbow!"
With a savage roar, the elbow ignored Zhao Tiezhu’s defensive posture and drove straight for his solar plexus. Zhao Tiezhu knew all too well: he would rather take ten punches than a single elbow strike. Such a move was difficult to grapple, impossible to control, and possessed devastating power.
Zhao Tiezhu was no amateur. He ducked his head, bent his waist, and transformed his hands into claws, aiming straight for Fourth Son Song’s hip bones. The art of bone-dislocating and tendon-tearing relied on locking joints, controlling them in reverse, and shredding muscles and bones. If a joint existed, it could be attacked. Close-quarters combat was where this style shone.
Chapter 143