Cang Song breathed heavily, his long hair hanging loose and disheveled across his face. An indescribable shock churned in his heart.
In their first exchange, he had borrowed the force of his horsetail whisk in midair to unleash the true qi of the Pure Yang Limitless Skill. Bái Xī Wén had met it with internal force gathered in his palm. This had not been beyond his expectations.
After all, Bái Xī Wén was the foremost expert of the Golden Cauldron Sect, famed throughout Hebei for many years. It would have been strange if he had lacked any real skill.
But in the exchanges that followed, when he and Bái Xī Wén fought at close quarters, even the Wudang Iron Palm combined with the true qi of the Pure Yang Limitless Skill could not overcome Bái Xī Wén. From beginning to end, he had been firmly suppressed. This left him utterly baffled.
The Wudang Iron Palm was a fierce and forceful palm art, evolved by Wudang predecessors from the pure external art of Iron Sand Palm. It transformed an external palm technique into an internal martial art, comprising thirty-six forms, ancient in style and exquisitely subtle.
Once a practitioner's mastery reached the proper level, every palm strike contained three layers of hard force. Combined with the supple, tenacious skill of the Pure Yang Limitless Skill, it was hard on the outside and soft within, endlessly changing, its power boundless.
And what of Bái Xī Wén's martial arts?
His fists and palms came one after another, yet they were miscellaneous and incomplete, without any coherent system or established forms. He simply countered Cang Song's attacks, focusing on defense. What truly determined the outcome was the peerless true qi clinging to his fists and palms.
"Supremely hard and sharp, its force could snap