Spread-eagled (First Update) "Eh?"
"Yang Bo, that use of force is interesting!" After leaping back, Meng Bufan looked at Yang Bo in surprise.
"Yang Bo used even less strength than I did."
"When my punch came into contact with Yang Bo's palm, I thought he was using a solid move. I didn't expect it to be a feint, causing the force in my fist to miss its target."
"At that moment, I drew back the force in my fist."
"I didn't expect Yang Bo's feint to instantly become a solid move, using the force I withdrew to strike back at me."
"And Yang Bo's force had a kind of stickiness to it."
"Once I realized Yang Bo's feint had turned into a solid move, I exerted force against him again."
"But I didn't expect that force to deflect. If I hadn't used more than the set amount of strength, I would have stumbled and fallen flat just now."
"Yang Bo's force feels strange—sticky, but also elastic."
"When my force attacks him, it feels like it slips, then deflects, guided sideways by the stickiness of his force." Meng Bufan began describing what he had felt.
"Let me try!" Xu Xiangdong's eyes lit up at those words.
"Get lost, get lost. Yang Bo, let's do another move." Meng Bufan spoke irritably.
So Meng Bufan jumped back to a spot two meters away from Yang Bo. This time, he still decided to use the strength of an ordinary person.
Yang Bo nodded. "I comprehended this kind of force from the movements demonstrated at Green Academy in the Second Game World."
"For now, I'll call this force Circle."
"The force within this Circle consists of two parts—or perhaps four parts."
"First, there are positive and negative forces. When Senior's fist came into contact with