After exposing his back to Xiao Feng, Neng Ren spread his legs slightly apart, bent forward, and placed his hands on the ground.
Then, he slapped his right hand against his thigh.
"Puff!"
It was the sound of clothes being torn apart.
Immediately, Xiao Feng heard the sharp sound of wind being cut, as a rhombus-shaped dart flew straight from between Neng Ren's legs, from the middle to lower part of the body.
In that moment, everything went silent.
Xiao Feng hurriedly bent backwards, dodging the hidden weapon attack.
He couldn't help but feel that there was a strange smell lingering in the air above as he got back up, though he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.
Not far away, Xue Nuofu, who was watching the fight, was dumbfounded. The expression and look in his eyes made it abundantly clear what he was thinking.
In summary, just one sentence: There's actually a move like this?!
"Pa! Pa!"
Neng Ren slapped his thighs twice.
"Puff! Puff!"
