C63 The Poetic Style

With a slight flick of his wrist, the oyster shell in the thug's hand traced a graceful arc through the air, heading straight for Yuanxi. The onlookers, who had felt slighted by Yuanxi's earlier outburst but lacked the courage to confront him, watched eagerly, hoping for some entertainment now that someone else had stepped up.

In a flash, Yuanxi's palm struck the incoming shell