Chapter 1162 - 1130: Soft Palm Strike
Chapter 1130: Soft Palm
The surging seawater crashes against the golden stretch of beach, rendering the fine sand exceptionally clean and lustrous under its relentless wash. Tiny crabs scuttle busily in and out of their nests at the water’s edge, bustling with joy.
This small island isn’t vast; its perimeter largely consists of beaches plagued with evident traces of tidal erosion. In its central region, there’s a modest-sized forest, hosting a variety of seabirds perched for rest — the very locale where Troy previously encountered the Black and White Impermanence.
The shot draws closer, settling on the eastern beach of the island, where a slightly conspicuous large tree branch sodden with seawater rests. The fresh green leaves on the branch suggest it hadn’t been detached for long. The more striking sight, however, is the pair of... people stacked atop each other beside it!
Yelü Shou passed by without particular notice of this spot. The individuals who shouldn’t be here appeared just outside the battle zone moments ago. Yelü Shou, having already moved past, only catches sight of the tree trunk enlarged by prolonged submersion from the corner of his eye. "Troy!" he mutters in a low voice, promptly reversing his direction, racing toward the shore.
The two persons lying atop the tree trunk have tattered garments riddled with cracks and tears, exposing not fair skin but terrifying wounds beneath. Some injuries, swollen by seawater, reveal flesh without any blood color, while others still seep fresh blood, staining the sand beneath them faintly red.
Clearly, both individuals have endured a brutal battle and have fallen into unconsciousness.
What actually transpired just now? In such a short period, things have turned out this way. As Yelü Shou approaches, he ponders, yet finds little signs of combat by the shore; hence, after leaving the grove, this cannot be the second scene.
The sound of fighting in the wind is intermittent; Xiao Lin follows the noise speedily outside the grove. The sound enters his ear from the left, seemingly from the direction they landed, at a distance from this grove. The metallic clash in the wind emanates from two distinctly different weapons, varying in weight and agility, suggesting it isn’t an evenly matched battle.