Chapter 949:


    Robbs unconventional actions left his opponent stunned.


    The guy with the bulging forehead, renowned among them for his proficiency with hidden weapons and his skill in wielding the copper coin darts, was particrly famous in the martial world. His hidden ace, the magical copper coin, had imed the lives of several Qiantang Sect experts. It could unleash a torrential rain of coins, rendering his opponents powerless to retaliate.


    Yet, who would have thought that now, facing a Western foreigner, his skills proved ineffective, and even his magical treasure had been confiscated?


    Both the graceful elder and the refined schr couldnt help but be cautiously alert. On the other hand, Shisu and the constable, who stood nearby, were equally astonished. Especially Shisu, who had traveled with Robb in a horse-drawn carriage to East Hangzhou, had seen this foreignerzily snacking on small treats during the journey, giving the impression of someone far from a martial arts expert. Just a few days ago, she had witnessed Robbs valiant and skillful actions against the Wujin Sect, making her wonder about his true abilities.


    Originally, the constable and Shisu were prepared to intervene, but now, they had all halted, fixated on Robb.


    With a cheerful smile, Robb said, Feel free to throw anything like copper coins, silver, or gold my way. I dont mind having more money.


    What the hell are you talking about? The guy with the bulging forehead took a few steps back, retreating behind the graceful elder and the refined schr. He excelled in hidden weapons, but since they proved ineffective against Robb, he wisely decided to withdraw.


    The refined schr stepped forward, flourishing a folding fan with a theatrical gesture. He said, It seems you have some knowledge of hidden weapons, as you managed to take my second brothers magical treasure. Now, allow me to learn from you.


    Robb responded without much patience, Can we have a conversation without the theatrics? The way you fan yourself while talking like this is quite awkward. This is a pretentious technique from the martial arts novels of the 70s; its outdated.


    The refined schr fell silent.


    He waved his right hand, opening the folding fan with a crisp sound, and pointed it at Robb. This move was swift and precise, and in an instant, it was in front of Robbs face. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that his fan was made of iron, not an ordinary paper fan.


    Robb easily sidestepped the fan with a slight lean of his body.


    The refined schr grinned slyly, his left palm sneaking up from below towards Robbs waist and abdomen. It turned out that the fan in his right hand was just a feint, and his left palm held the true lethal strike. Countless individuals had fallen victim to his crafty and covert left palm attack.


    However, before his palm could fully extend, Robb had already noticed. His agility was off the charts, making most peoples movements appear like slow-motion. Attacking Robb with a sneak palm strike was nothing short of a joke.


    Robb took the lead and struck out with a palm from below, colliding with the refined schrs palm.


    The refined schr was taken aback by Robbs lightning-fast reaction. However, seeing Robb engage him in a palm strike, he grew somewhat smug. He thought to himself, [I practice the Scarlet Poison Palm. Anyone who engages with me in palm strikes will be poisoned. Even the sect leaders wife from the Qiantang Sect died from engaging in a palm strike with me. Are you here to seek death? Then dont me me for being ruthless.]


    He activated his Poison Palm technique and swiftly channeled the potent poison into Robbs palm as they shed.


    When their palms met, although it made a ng sound, the collisioncked force. The refined schr felt as if his palm strength had vanished into thin air. He couldnt fathom how Robb had managed to evade all his palm strength, and it seemed that the effects of his poison had failed to transmit as well.


    To make matters worse, he felt Robb surreptitiously ce something in his palm after their sh.


    Curious, the refined schr lowered his head to see that Robb had ced a coin dart in his palm.


    He was utterly baffled, not understanding Robbs intentions. Suddenly, he felt Robb seize his hand, squeezing it together. The refined schrs palm involuntarily clenched around the coin dart.


    While the coin dart had the shape of a coin, its edges were sharp as des.


    The refined schrs hand was forced to close tightly around it, and the des of the coin dart cut into the flesh of his palm. He was shocked and attempted to release his grip, but Robb held onto his hand with such formidable strength that he couldnt loosen his grip. Instead, he involuntarily tightened his grasp, driving the coin dart deeper into his palm.


    He felt the meridians in his hand severed by the coin dart, and the pain was excruciating. In agony, he cried out, Let let go of me


    Robb chuckled, saying, Alright, Ill let go!


    He released his grip, and the refined schr was finally able to free himself. He quickly released his grip, but to his dismay, as soon as he let go, Robb swiftly snatched the fan from his other hand and ced it in the hand that had been clutching the coin dart. Simultaneously, he transferred the coin dart to the refined schrs other palm, gripping it firmly.


    Then, the refined schr felt another sharp pain as the coin dart cut into his other palm.


    His face turned pale, and he was astounded by how fast his opponent acted. In the blink of an eye, Robb had managed to do so much. Why couldnt he unleash his speed properly? And what happened to his protective Qi? Why didnt it shield him from this guys casual grip?


    Robb gently pushed him backward, causing him to stumble several steps back until he stood behind the graceful elder. Robb smiled and said, A guy who enjoys harming others with poison palms is truly uninspiring.


    The refined schr lowered his head to inspect his injured palms and grimly muttered, Boss, Im seriously injured.


    The people in the vicinity were once again startled. Although the actions described earlier might have been a lengthy passage when written on paper, in reality, they happened in the blink of an eye. For them, it was just a momentary sh. The refined schrs hands were now bleeding, and his defeat had been swift and absolute, leaving everyone in disbelief.


    You wretched blond devil! Suddenly, the graceful elder remembered something. There have been recent rumors in the martial world about a seal spirit that has cultivated for over five hundred years and transformed into the appearance of a blond foreigner. It even defeated the Elder Guardian of the Eighteen Divinations. Could it be you?


    Robb retorted, Youre the seal spirit! Your whole family is a bunch of seal spirits. Let me tell you, I cant stand seals. They always lurk underwater in our group and nevere out. But as soon as one of them goes on a trip or eats some delicious food, they pop up to show off. These seals are ruining humanity!


    He became increasingly indignant, pounding his chest and stamping his feet, appearing truly exasperated.


    The graceful elder felt awkward and said, Foreigner, theres no need to make such expressive gestures. We cant understand Westerners expressions.


    Robb replied, Geez, its the rabbit peoples expressions that are truly iprehensible!