Lin Hai dodged swiftly.
Crash—The elevator shook, and a faint imprint appeared on the metal wall.
"Damn, that's a vicious palm strike!" Lin Hai gasped, if an ordinary person got hit by that, it would definitely break bones!
"Are you for real?"
"You damn beast, you really think you've got the 'Iron Palm Piaopiao'? I'll finish you today with my palm."
Liu Piaopiao swung another palm.
This palm strike was even more forceful; hitting the elevator could easily derail the cable. The elevator had now reached the 12th floor, sh*t if this falls down, even I, the living Yama, might meet King Yan.
In a split second, Lin Hai made a quick decision, his hands moving like a serpent along Liu Piaopiao's jade arms, neutralizing the force of the palm strike.
This move, reminiscent of the one used against Queen Qi, came to Lin Hai after learning the Eight Stele Hand techniques—it was particularly effective against women.
"Bastard, I'll kill you."
