To say that Cecilia was more shocked than she had ever been in her life would be an understatement, but her predicament didn't allow her to dwell on that emotion.
The arm Cecilia had somehow lost had slammed on her chest so violently that its flesh exploded into a gory splash. The impact itself had even managed to empty her lungs, making her bend forward, only for her perception to force her to ignore her state.
Liam had charged at Cecilia, a battle-cry-like hiss escaping his open, foaming mouth. His speed was unfathomable, almost unnatural, reaching her in no time, already thrusting his right palm forward.
The abundant, wild Qi radiated from Liam's palm forced Cecilia to thrust her punch at it to face it, summoning as much energy as her condition allowed.
And the palm and knuckles clashed again, leading to a new result. The two martial arts nullified each other, leaving both cultivators in their position, Cecilia's fist still in Liam's hand.
