Abigail moved with lightning speed, and her figure weaved in and out like a shadow. Her swift movements left a blur of afterimages that was hard for anyone watching to keep up.
On the contrary, Dustin stood still without making any movement.
"Fallen Fist!"
After closing in, she unleashed a flurry of strikes—dozens of black palm shadows slamming toward his body, and each one was like a bullet aimed at its target.
Abigail practiced a unique martial art, and it was imbued with voodoo-like prope