The Monkey Steals the Peach, a very underhanded and sleazy move, but in Black Tiger's hands, it carried a sharp, bloodthirsty aura.
"Interesting." Lin Mu squinted, feeling a chilly sensation in his groin even before Black Tiger's claw reached him. This Black Tiger was clearly a skilled fighter. Though Lin Mu couldn't tell his style yet, he seemed stronger than the Tai Chi master Lin Mu had faced the other day. At least, that bearded middle-aged man didn't have such a fierce murderous aura.
"Hiss!" In the blink of an eye, Lin Mu's right hand darted down and, impossibly, clamped onto Black Tiger's wrist like lightning.
