After the Acupoint Strike, Zhao Zilong gathered Soul Power in his left palm and struck Sea Dragon Douluo squarely in the chest. "Gentle Fist Style—Eight Trigrams—Mountain Breaking Strike..."
The blow from the Gentle Fist sent Sea Dragon Douluo staggering backward. His expression gradually darkened, because the Soul Power within his body had been thrown into disarray, leaving even his body somewhat beyond his control.
It worked... After striking with his palm, Zhao Zilong saw that he had broken through Sea Dragon Douluo's dragon-scale armor and immediately pursued him. Sea Dragon Douluo clenched his fist and punched toward Zhao Zilong.
"Gentle Fist Style—Eight Trigrams—Sixty-Four Palms..." Zhao Zilong turned his hand and jabbed a finger against Sea Dragon Douluo's incoming fist, roaring, "Two palms, four palms, eight palms, sixteen palms..."
His hands continuously struck and used Acupoint Strikes against Sea Dragon Douluo's body. It was Sea Dragon Douluo's first time facing such an attack. After being hit, he immediately raised his arms to defend, yet Zhao Zilong's Gentle Fist drove him back step by step.
"Thirty-two palms, sixty-four palms..." His palms grew faster and faster, continuously striking Sea Dragon Douluo's body. With the final palm, Sea Dragon Douluo was sent flying.
Zhao Zilong was somewhat out of breath as well. Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms consumed quite a bit of Soul Power. In the distance, Sea Dragon Douluo's arms hung limply at his sides as he knelt on one knee, struggling to raise his hands. He felt a swelling pain in both arms; they hurt so badly that he could not even lift them.
This guy actually blocked my Sixty-Four Palms with both arms... Zhao Zilong stared in surprise. This was the first time that, after completing the Sixty-Four Palms,
his opponent had not fallen. Although Sea Dragon Douluo had blocked most of