Ever since Meng Ji had been snatched away by his rival, Queyu had been looking for an excuse to beat the man until he was picking up his own teeth from the ground. He had never found the right opportunity, but today, having finally stumbled upon a pretext to settle things in a grand, public clash, he was in no mood to listen to anyone’s persuasion.
He kept his hands busy as he spoke, his whip cracking through the air with a series of rhythmic *whoosh* sounds as he lashed out a dozen times, each strike aimed directly at his opponent's vital points.
Li Cang tilted his body to dodge out of the formation, landing on the roof of a tall building in the town. With a light tap of his right foot on the tiles, he vaulted back into the fray.
Chapter 77