Water had its source; qi had its root.
Strength could not arise from nothing. Put simply, strength rose from the ground.
Only with both feet planted firmly on the ground and support beneath them could one exert a force of a thousand jun.
Like duckweed adrift upon the water, with nothing to rely on and no exquisite lightness skill to bolster one, even the strength to split mountains could not be brought to bear.
Cheng Sihai swung his blade to break the sword; only by completing that swing could its power be unleashed.
Yet before he could swing, in the very instant he made the motion, Chu Qing seized his wrist.
This was "seizing the root of his qi, never letting it emerge." Even if the Mount Yue Tactic lent him the strength of a thousand jun, he could not wield its true power at this moment.
Cheng Sihai's eyes bulged wide, his rage blazing like madness.
Naturally, he understood the principle behind Chu Qing's move, but he also understood that it was only temporary.
He merely needed to rally himself, circulate his inner breath, and rely on the power bestowed by the Mount Yue Tactic. This man could not suppress him for long...
But at that moment, a dull bang sounded behind him.
He had already crashed into a tree!
Now there was no retreat left, and that collision sent fresh ripples through the inner force he had been gathering.
Though it lasted only an instant, it was already enough for Chu Qing!
A violet gleam flashed through his eyes, and creaking sounds came from Cheng Sihai's chest.
The longsword had already pierced the treasure garment, stabbing unhurriedly into Cheng Sihai's chest!
"Ah!!!!"
A shrill scream burst from Cheng Sihai's mouth.
At that moment, it was like enduring torture.