Her petite body was forced back by the tremendous force, her feet like iron plows carving clear tracks and furrows into the ground.
Ning Ke's face showed surprise. She had not expected that, despite cultivating the Great Patience Divine Skill, she would lose to Xiang Yang in pure strength.
This divine skill, known as one of the ten most arduous martial arts, required its practitioner to endure ceaseless pain throughout cultivation. At the same time, one's physique and innate bones would gradually transform, eventually nurturing the strength to shove mountains aside. This was precisely where the Great Patience Divine Skill's dominance lay.
So although Ning Ke was a woman, the toughness of her physical body was absolutely no weaker than that of certain Iron Crotch Masters.
Yet the strength of martial arts did not lie solely in force; it also had much to do with the corresponding techniques of combat. Since her strength was inferior, she would overcome force with skill.
Her punching arm bent slightly, and her shoulder blade gave a crisp crack. She used the soft force of Four Ounces Deflects a Thousand Pounds to prop up Xiang Yang's descending palm-blade, easing the pressure on her body.
This seemingly simple step was in truth the concrete result of countless trials and tempering. The exquisite methods of exerting force, circulating qi, and deflecting strength involved within could not be fully explained even in three days and three nights.
Then force surged from her waist, and her lower body rose into the air. Her willow-branch-slender legs blurred into afterimages, like a pair of open scissors snapping viciously toward Xiang Yang's neck, as though she meant to sever his head in a single blow. Her aura was bloody and brutal.
Qi Hanjang and the other two, watching from the side, felt