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