Chapter 363 Crushing Harold Lawson

• This was his fiercest, most refined martial art. At its peak, it was said you could fire off eighty-one palms in a blink, power surging like a tidal wave, enough to smash a small mountain to pieces.
• Harold Lawson had trained hard for over thirty years. Now he could launch thirty-six palm shadows—already beyond minor achievement. If he broke forty-nine, that would count as mastery.
• Facing the terrifying Pierre Cook in front of him, Harold didn’t turtle up. That’d be stupid. He chose the smart play: attack to defend. His plan was simple—stall Pierre until that demonic state faded, then he’d carve him up at will.