Li Yan looked around; the room was so shabby there wasn't even a vase. Only the showerhead was of decent quality.
Blocking the doorway was Li Jiangyu, coiled up like a snake.
Li Yan shook off the dust, his toes digging into the ground, his back slightly buried.
The snake writhed, its taut black scales flowing like water.
The two stared at each other silently.
A large drop of water trembled from the edge of the still-burning metal showerhead.
"Splat!"
Snake Man!
Ghastly white fangs came straight at him. Li Yan twisted his left foot, using his Bagua Palm technique to step aside and avoid the snake's head. Instead of catching the following cover palm strike, he exerted a small force by pushing off the ground, his foot forming the character "*" (tiao) in his palm, kicking towards the s
