Chapter 211: One Hell of a Kicking Technique!

As Deacon hurtled toward them like a cannonball flung by Gordon Yale, a flash of ice flickered in Allen Lyson's eyes. Before he could speak, an old man in a Mao suit stepped out from behind him. The elder's withered hand shot forward like lightning, catching Deacon in midair, then slung him aside with a sharp twist. He took the force out of the throw. Deacon crashed to the ground, staggered back several yards, and only then managed to steady himself. The elder didn't sway an inch, as if he'd swatted...