My experience in spell battles was incredibly rich. As long as I saw through the simple martial arts rules of this Eight Desolations World once, I could immediately find a way to counter them. So, once Yang Gaowang succeeded in luring me into the air, he was in for a vicious beating.
My Wind-Splitting Palm struck with astonishing speed, far faster than his Qi-Fixing Fist. I also had the Wood-Transforming Dance for movement, so even being nailed in midair was no problem. Yang Gaowang, however, could not remain suspended. He could only rely on the inhaling and exhaling Qi-Charging Steps to stay aloft. Once the advantages shifted and he began falling freely, he could only passively endure my attacks!
And the reason I had not fought him on the ground was precisely for this moment. When he was on the ground, he could dart around at will, making him difficult to deal with. But now, the battle had become completely one-sided, with me attacking and him defending!
"Wind-Splitting Palm! Wind-Splitting Palm! Wind-Splitting Palm!" My attacks poured out like madness, colliding again and again with his Qi-Fixing Fist. Even though there was a huge gap between our cultivation levels, each of my attacks split the phantom of his Qi-Fixing Fist in two. The remaining attacks even struck Yang Gaowang directly, swiftly carving wounds deep enough to expose bone across his body!
And once my attacks became dense enough, some of them were simply impossible for him to block. Before long, he was in unbearable agony. Those Wind-Splitting Palms sliced through his flesh like knives, and in no time Yang Gaowang had become a bloody man. In the end, he could not even launch his Qi-Fixing Fist anymore. He had been reduced to suffering a one-sided slaughter at my hands!
**Shhk, shhk,