The Shocking Power of Money
What?
"Hundred Step Divine Fist"?!
The name had barely crossed his mind when Shi Yi, the grandmaster of the unorthodox arts from Sanqin Province, was already moving. He twisted at the waist, kicked up the steel hoe at his feet, and swung its jujube-wood handle diagonally to meet the oncoming force of the punch.
Jujube wood wasn't hardwood, but it was exceptionally dense and tough.
It grew so slowly that a trunk had to spend decades reaching the thickness of a bowl before it was fit for use.
The jujube-wood handle of Shi Yi's hoe had a thin layer of patina, proof of how long it had been in his hands. It had been made from a century-old jujube tree, specially selected and treated with secret medicines; the process had taken a full five years. It was not only hard, but heavy enough that even without the cannon-steel hoe head, a direct blow could leave someone gravely injured.
Bang!
Crack!
Like a small explosion, the invisible force of the punch burst apart and turned into a gale that nearly blew everyone's eyes shut.
At the same time, a seemingly insignificant crack sounded from the middle of the jujube-wood handle in Shi Yi's hands. In reality, the secret medicine had strengthened its inner wood fibers, and they had now snapped, leaving it irreparably damaged.
Even jujube wood, for all its toughness, could not withstand the might of the "Hundred Step Divine Fist."
"Master!"
Xiao Wei and Zheng Yu'er, the two disciples who knew the invisible force of the punch all too well, cried out in delight.
Master had arrived!
With the fearsome "Hundred Step Divine Fist" of the martial world on the scene, their safety was assured. They could finally relax.
"Quite a punch, Hundred Step