A martial artist's strength, viewed from a macroscopic level, came down to momentum and power.
But from a microscopic level, it came down to control over strength and speed. This was known as Micro Control.
Some martial artists would place a bird in their hand, then subtly lower their palm just as the bird was about to fly away. Unable to push off with its legs, the bird would sink back into the martial artist's hand. This was one manifestation of a martial artist's Micro Control.
However, this technique was nothing remarkable. Even a body-tempering martial artist at the very beginning could master it. It was commonly known as the Bird Stopping Skill—in other words, keeping a bird perched in one's hand so it could not fly away...
Some highly accomplished martial artists could even place a bird on their head, shoulder, or chest and still keep it from taking flight.
The more formidable ones could stop not only birds, but also flies and mosquitoes...
Flies and mosquitoes were tiny. Sensing the instant they took flight and withdrawing the force supporting them was countless times more difficult than stopping a bird.
But compared to what Luo Zheng was doing now, these were nothing more than trivial parlor tricks.
Earlier, Ji Luoxue had looked down at Luo Zheng from high in the air. She had seen how his movement technique gave people the slippery feeling of trying to grasp oil, as he weaved casually through the Golden Sword Rain, and had already noticed that his movement technique was highly unusual.
Now, when she suddenly thrust her sword at Luo Zheng, she finally discovered its profundity. This fellow maintained a distance of three inches from the chaotic descending Golden Sword Rain, while also circling around the sword she had thrust out at