Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning

Someone is secretly spying.

And behind the spy, there is another person observing him.

Su Mo watched for a while, pondering, then suddenly snapped his fingers, and a sound erupted beside the person in front of him.

"Who’s there?"

Zhang Meng and Miss Ou both heard the noise and their expressions changed drastically.

The two of them were plotting to kill someone, and someone had sneaked up to eavesdrop. Only then they realized.

For a moment, they were both startled and furious.

They saw Zhang Meng suddenly rise, delivering a palm from the air, and amidst the rain, a handprint appeared, breaking through the rain, attacking fiercely.

After snapping his fingers, Su Mo hid himself again.

Peeking out, he saw the person in the shadows, face to face with the palm strike, not dodging at all.

Allowing the hand power to land on him, his clothes fluttering, and Zhang Meng’s palm heavily striking his chest.

The flesh palm struck, emitting a sound of decay.

An empty sound echoed instantly.

Zhang Meng’s expression changed dramatically, feeling as if his force was absorbed into the water, without a sense of impact.

Looking up, he saw the person in front, after taking a palm strike, didn’t move an inch, and immediately delivered a palm back.

This palm was indeed unavoidable, even if he wanted to dodge, it was too late.

He’s forced to angrily shout and fiercely counter with a palm.

A loud bang erupted.

As the two palms clashed, Zhang Meng grunted, his body rolling in the air three times before landing.

His feet slid backward through the muddy ground three steps, each step slipping incessantly, his footwork changing three times before stabilizing completely, yet his figure still retreated half a yard before stopping.

However, when he lifted his head, the person in the shadows had already approached.

They saw the person, shaped like a withered tree, expressionless, his face sharp and angular like it was carved by knife.

His eyes were devoid of any emotion.

He approached swiftly, raising his hand to strike.

In his hand movement, there was no fierceness, only speed.

As the opponent came fiercely, Zhang Meng couldn’t think more, taking a deep breath and bringing his hands together to block in front.

Yet he felt the opponent’s force was like breaking through dry weeds.

Suddenly, it broke through the structure of his arms, heading straight for his chest and abdomen.

With a loud sound!

Zhang Meng struck the opponent as if hitting decayed leather.

But when struck by this person, he spat blood wildly from his mouth, unable to help but retreat.

Backing wildly, he shouted:

"Aren’t you taking action?"

This naturally called out to Miss Ou.

However, Miss Ou was far smarter than he imagined.

The two had been discussing here for a long time, having reached a consensus.

Unexpectedly, a new master appeared suddenly.

This person’s origins were unknown, unfathomable, Zhang Meng was clearly no match.

Given this situation, even with adding herself, it was like sending a steamed bun to the dog.

If not now, when would they leave?

Was she supposed to drag down this strange person to let Zhang Meng escape?

Instantly, she held her fists and said:

"Senior Zhang, righteous and noble, unmatched in benevolence, this junior thanks you first, goodbye!"

Following her words, she turned and ran.

Su Mo hiding in the tree nearly laughed out loud.

Unbidden, he thought of Yuhai King, who abandoned the fake Sixth Shock and fled before the Divine Temple.

But, this lady wasn’t even as good as Yuhai King.

Though a cowardly jerk, he at least left some words to be remembered twenty years later.

Yet this lady just thanked and left without even a polite remark.

Zhang Meng was dumbfounded.

Feeling like cursing loudly, he couldn’t afford to distract himself.

For the moment, he only felt a gnashing hatred.

This small alliance, not yet fully formed, had already collapsed.

Unexpectedly, the one chasing Zhang Meng changed his step suddenly, shadowing Miss Ou’s form.

With a hand reaching out, he intended to grasp Miss Ou’s shoulder.

He wasn’t planning to spare anyone.

Miss Ou hailed from the Ou Family Palace, learned family techniques, exceptionally skilled.

Hearing the malicious wind behind her, she immediately spun her foot, extending a hand to grapple, employing a close combat grappling technique.

Truly a marvelous skill.

Unfortunately, her opponent’s martial arts were remarkable, Miss Ou’s skills were tough yet not his match.

They saw him with two fingers, casually stabbing, aiming clearly for Miss Ou’s pulse point.

Her complexion changed, the move was already a failure, she immediately dropped her shoulder and elbow, changing steps continuously, and a sound of three quick slaps echoed, within an instant they exchanged three moves.

By this time, Miss Ou’s techniques were exhausted, and they saw him split two fingers, reaching out to poke.

Directly targeting Miss Ou’s eyes.

In an instant, her soul was terrified, instinctively raising a palm to block the deadly move, avoiding blindness.

Just then, her foot suddenly lightened, knowing without looking that the eye strike was an illusion, a sweep at her feet was real.

Her lower base was suddenly compromised, her body about to topple sideways.

Yet the opponent didn’t relent, raising a foot high intending to smash it on Miss Ou’s head.

Feeling the force, this foot if landed would surely crush Miss Ou’s skull flat?

As the foot was about to hit, a sigh sounded from the rain curtain suddenly.

An old voice spoke:

"Stop."

These three words had no mystique, yet when entering that person’s ear, his move instantly halted.

At present, the foot was less than three inches from Miss Ou’s head, even a moment’s delay in the sound would have burst the head on spot.

They saw him scanning around, coldly saying:

"Come out."

"I’ve already come out."

Zhang Meng and the frightened Miss Ou heard the voice from above, hurriedly looked up.

They saw an oddly dressed Old Man, holding an even more strangely shaped umbrella, sitting on the branch of a large tree.

Their eyes met, and the Old Man’s expression was complicated.

The middle-aged man, however, showed no change in expression.

He merely spoke coldly:

"Fifty years ago, you and I agreed to never meet till death.

"Ban Shu, appearing before me tonight, could it be... the end is near?"

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