Preparations Before Departure

"Senior Brother Liu, you've overthought it. There are still two moves; please continue," Su Yang said, looking at Liu Shuai with a calm tone.

Liu Shuai smiled faintly, and his aura erupted once again. Spiritual energy surged like a tide, "Since that's the case, I won't hold back."

"Mythical Round Palm!"

Although this was an intermediate martial art, it possessed formidable destructive power. Liu Shuai's palms, like blades, slashed towards Su Yang in succession.

Su Yang's expression turned serious as he wielded the stove poker, gathering his battle intent to form a barrier. After two crisp sounds, Su Yang only took a few steps backward, not suffering any further damage.

Seeing this, Liu Shuai was not surprised, just revealing a mysterious smile.

While Su Yang was defending against Liu Shuai's Mythical Round Palm, he suddenly felt two forces attacking him from behind. He immediately struck back with a swing of the stove poker.

Boom!