While his left arm reached for Vincent's neck, Samuel grabbed the wine bottle to smash Vincent with it.
However, Vincent had a good reflex.
Effortlessly, he moved to the side, not for Samuel to grab him. Instead, he caught his hand holding the bottle. He took this as an opportunity to grip Samuel on the arm and strike him using his palm.
This style is primarily taught to the Imperial princes that are still passed down, even to the present.
And because this martial art is from ancient times, the effect is different. Samuel flew ten meters away across the room and slammed into the wall.
But he managed to land on his feet after being pushed hard.
"Heh." Samuel lifted the corner of his mouth while he wiped the blood on his lips, ignoring the slight pain he felt on his spine. His eyes never left Vincent, who walked with light steps toward him and now did a pose, preparing for a duel against him. "So, it was still taught this martial art to our family."
