Chapter 870: Who Could Stop Him?

Before long, the little courtyard filled with snapping gusts of fist wind. Kamari Mabre began his routine again, the air hissing through the night. His fists and palms traded places in a blur. In the span of a single breath, his hand split into afterimages as he fired off five palm strikes in rapid succession. Bang! A stone pedestal in the yard cracked on impact, then burst apart into countless fragments. "My Lightning Five Whip," the old man declared, voice steady with pride. "Who could possibly...