White Stone's awaited opportunity came quickly. Chen Chuan had been briefly held back by the clinging force on the surface of the Spiritual Appearance Fist, so he was a beat slow off the mark. White Stone had already pushed his speed to its limit and, almost in the next instant, closed in on him, reaching an ideal attacking distance.
The arm in which he had been gathering strength shot out, stabbing straight for Chen Chuan's throat. The angle and exertion behind this move were equally flawless, perfectly unleashing every ounce of power his body could produce while maintaining his center of gravity and balance, without the slightest waste or excess.
If Chen Chuan had been watching from the viewing platform at that moment, he definitely would have given this strike the praise it deserved, because his opponent had truly pushed himself to the very limit of what he could achieve.
But faced with such an attack, Chen Chuan's response was exceedingly simple. His slight turn had naturally carried his shoulder and arm along with it. The hand that had originally been raised to block and push aside the punch now swung downward like a whip. He had used a Whip Hand from the Righteous Unrestrained Hands! It was an utterly simple movement—nothing but an explosion of raw power and extreme speed!
White Stone had a sharp eye and abundant experience. He had in fact calculated Chen Chuan's possible follow-up moves. Especially after turning sideways, there were only a few reasonable responses Chen Chuan could make. In battle, if you could predict your opponent's move one step ahead, it meant more room to advance and retreat, as well as greater initiative and more possibilities.
But the one thing he had not expected was that the blow would come so quickly—so quickly