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 properties that could kill anyone who made contact with her. But Dustin's body was immune to all poisons, so it was a perfect counter to her deadly attack.

As the shadow palms closed in, he remained unshaken and thrust his palm forward.

A fierce gust of wind surged and ripped through the air with unrelenting force. It collided with the black palm shadows.

Abigail's black palm shadows exploded on impact and disintegrated into thick clouds of dark mist that quickly spread. Within moments, the mist e