He desperately circulated the Nine Yin Manual, driving his protective aura to its limit as his palms struck out again and again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Every blow landed like a heavy hammer pounding a drum, deafeningly loud.
After a hundred exchanges, Guo Jing's stamina began to decline, and his Internal Energy circulation showed a momentary hitch.
Yet the Green-robed Man seemed tireless, his offensive growing fiercer and fiercer instead.
"An opening!"
The Green-robed Man sharply caught the split-second gap when Guo Jing drew breath.
His two fingers, like venomous snakes flicking their tongues, pierced through Guo Jing's defensive palm winds with extreme viciousness, stabbing toward the Tanzhong acupoint in Guo Jing's chest.
Guo Jing was startled. It was already too late to defend, so he could only forcefully twist his body aside and avoid the vital point.
Though those two fingers missed the vital point, they still struck Guo Jing's left shoulder hard.
A burst of extremely frigid true energy instantly bored into his meridians, like countless steel needles stabbing through his body.
"Urgh!"
Guo Jing let out a muffled grunt. His left arm went numb at once, and his movements slowed by a beat.
When masters fought, one misstep meant total defeat.
The Green-robed Man pressed his advantage without mercy, changing his fingers into a palm and driving a long-gathered heavy strike fiercely into Guo Jing's chest.
Bang!
The palm strike landed solidly, without any flourish.
Although Guo Jing's protective true energy negated most of its force, the remaining palm power still injured his heart meridian.
"Pfft!"
Guo Jing spat out a mouthful of blood toward the sky, staggering back seven or eight steps before finally dropping to one knee and bracing himself against the ground, barely managing not to collapse.
"Guo Jing, your martial arts are not bad."