These twelve palms sealed off all his escape routes, leaving him no choice but to retreat.
However, it was this very retreat that allowed Nangong Wentian's palms to seize the opportunity, closing the distance between them by a step.
This single step caused Lin Xiao’s every hair to stand on end.
Such immense pressure.
It was terrifying.
The distance between them was merely half a step, and this half-step was the most advantageous range for palm techniques.
He continuously dodged Nangong Wentian’s hands using his footwork. Meanwhile, Nangong Wentian maintained almost the same posture—his left hand rested behind his back, while his right hand persistently approached Lin Xiao.
To an outsider, it appeared as one advancing and one retreating, with Nangong Wentian’s palms barely moving.
Suddenly, in Lin Xiao’s eyes, it seemed as if a pair of wings had sprouted from Nangong Wentian’s back.
A pair of phoenix wings!
These wings blazed with intense fire, scorching and dazzling.
His true qi instinctively surged, instantly widening the distance between him and Nangong Wentian by three to four steps. He entered a state of heightened awareness, all his muscles mobilized in an instant.
He felt it.
He hadn’t felt this way in a long time.
Ever since he emerged from that life-or-death situation, most of the opponents he faced were like a walk in the park. But today, he wasn’t dominating; he was… challenging!
Sparring?
The gap between him and Nangong Wentian was undeniable. In terms of mastery of techniques and the depth of his true qi, he was at an absolute disadvantage.
Yet, it was precisely at this moment that the memories within him were awakened.
Only through such challenges could he find that burning, passionate feeling!
“I’m coming.”
Lin Xiao spoke, his eyes fixed intently on Nangong Wentian. The words were as if spoken to himself.
The intricacies of techniques? He didn’t know them, nor did he have the time to comprehend them.
In these past few years, he knew only one thing.
Killing.
Only by killing could he survive. Therefore, his fists, his feet, his weapons, everything was solely for the purpose of killing.
In other words…
His skills were killing skills!
He omitted all unnecessary movements, channeling all his strength and focus into three tenets:
Swift, ruthless, and precise.
He clenched his fist, his knuckles protruding, concentrating on a single point.
His speed was astonishing, almost matching Nangong Wentian’s in that instant.
His target was simple: Nangong Wentian’s wrist.
If Nangong Wentian’s palm blocked him, he would break through the defense with a concentrated point.
Only by focusing on a single point could one reach the pinnacle.
His mind was utterly blank. At such moments, the speed of conscious thought was often insufficient—or rather, the body would act before the mind, and then the mind would generate corresponding awareness.
The wind stirred.
His punch caused the fallen leaves in the courtyard to swirl as if caught in a gale, forming a passage around his fist between them.
And all of this happened in the blink of an eye.
Lin Xiao’s fist was about to collide head-on with Nangong Wentian.
But in the next second.
Nangong Wentian’s body blurred into an afterimage.
All his strength, all his preparations, turned to naught in that instant.